Only the cat comes when it's called

I'm frustrated with myself. How, we're so separated and so distanced. I don't know. When things used to be fine, there wouldn't be these awkward silences. Maybe it's because I grew distanced for a while and, now, it's just not the same. There are things I can't promise. Things that seem to define what friendship is. I can't assure that I'll ever be able to lift your spirits when you feel you're falling apart. I can't offer positive thoughts without sounding insincere. Laughter is the closest distance between two people? I'm not inclined to smile and laugh either. I guess it's this. I've been asked, why don't all the lonely people just come together? We want to be alone? We're used to being alone? We push people away? We're just too oblivious to it all to realize there's a solution? Maybe. Or it's just that lonely and lonely don't mesh and only spawn more of that emptiness. I want to say that I don't care. I'd like to let go and say it's better that way. In reality, it is. It just is. I'm brimming with empty feeling, empty emotion, and I seem no longer to really hear, at all. Being that way, I'm better off alone. That's right. Don't waste your time trying to talk to me. Eventually, it'll all disintegrate to nothing anyway.

Well, it's still the same. Music is the only thing that's holding me together. Just about the only thing. It's hard to get up in the morning. It's difficult to fall asleep. It's disheartening enough just to try to get through the day. Here's my problem. I've lost sense of reason. When can I or, rather, will I start caring again?