Being lonely is one thing, but I'm not happy. No matter how many friends, family or activities I cram into my days, in the end I am just not happy. I no longer want, everything I need I have. At least that's how I feel, and the future looks bright. I have recently come to a happy point in my life. Everything is going great, I finish college next summer, I'm excited about finding a career. I've starting doing the things that make me happy again. Writing, reading, playing tennis, working on cars. I just can't make sense of it, I am happy, but at the same time I'm not. I'm not sure any of this makes sense. I should be happy, I should be but I'm not.