I decided to do nothing other than write.
Throw my loneliness into a place where it could be understood by like-minded people.
My mind has never asked for much more than to be understood.
How do we understand somebody? What makes somebody easy for us to be around when we shake at the mere thought of interaction with an outside world?
What makes it so easy for some of these people to just make us happy? That one person that just makes us, free.  
For once we can breathe without thinking about it, for once our ribs are not tied together by our minds and a ****** wrist is no longer the way to feel alive.
To look into their eyes and feel your heart beat is the only thing you need to feel alive. To feel understood.
To feel the anxiety cower into a corner, and for once you smile. You smile until the depression creeps back in, and slowly, so slowly you walk away, leaving behind a lifetime of happiness.