My loneliness is eating me alive; they call it being "touch starved" since I'm just existing for the sake of being. I've been thinking a lot about myself lately and I think ending it is not so bad after all family is distant from me except for my mother but I just doesn't feel enough I don't even know what I want from life or what I'm even aiming for. Hating everything about me I've spent years feeling this way hoping for a better tomorrow and I'm still in the same situation I was in college with the stress seeing others talking having fun socialising while I'm stuck in my head. I brought a noose and I look at it as a way out of this feels like the times I enjoyed living when I was a kid have just dried up and I feel like an old man like my life is just over. I feel like I'm just along for this miserable ride to I eventually die. What exactly does happiness entail? Satisfied