Short and depressing

I spend the majority of my time alone. Trying to find reasons to leave this cave, and there just aren't any reasons. I never know when people want me around or just want me to do shit for them. I never know if they're talking to me or to someone else because not much is said to me lately. I just need someone to exist. Someone who gives a shit that isn't 400 miles away. Until then, I'll sit here. Wishing things were different and everything made sense. Until then, I'll continue to deteriorate.