Sounds funny but I feel like a fucking shell, nothing's stimulating enough and interactions with family frustrate me so much it's unbearable, my irritation with existence is almost ever present. I can't be satisfied when I feel like I should be. I feel so stupidly empty all the time. What's the fucking point if nothing good enough to fill the hole's coming of anything. I want companionship. I want to feel whole. I want to feel loved.