Man. I wish I liked the taste of alcohol, because then I'd be opening up cases of my dad's beer and chugging like there's no tomorrow.
As for my cause of loneliness? I've had two girls within my grasp who are all gone. The first fell silent for a while, and me being the worrisome type (Also with her having been molested, beaten, and dry-humped at school), I naturally panicked. I think this may have been outside of her comfort zone, and she's probably with some asshole who she knows will knock her into a bloody pulp every day.
The second, well, she's similar. Been beaten and molested, and is in an abusive relationship with her girlfriend. Her GF ran around on her, and we started talking, but she was so hung up on her girlfriend, that she couldn't see that I was there for her.
Boy, I know how to fucking pick 'em, don't I?