Lonely

Lonely, extremely lonely.  Friends are the affirmations and reaffirmations of your own sense of self.  Without those said friends around being the constant reminder that there is life outside your own head, when you don't have that, there is a small voice within continually trying to break you down trying to convince you that the only reality is that which is happening inside your head.  Its not making any sense right now:
I'm lonesome.
I was looking in the wrong places.
I'm surrounded.