In a sense, I think I have just given up for now.
I'm making no attempt to find new friends (though, ironically, I've made a few friends recently. Noone I can relate to, but people who don't seem put off by my company.) And truly just not caring about forming a social life.
It's been great for my self-esteem, my school life, and my own personal devotions (writing a book/script right now).
But the loneliness is still there.
I honestly have never cared about having friends.
But I miss having someone to hold, to hold in my arms as we lay out under the stars taking in the vast impossibilities of the infinite. It's all very sappy, sure, but moments like that do exist. I want someone to take to the beach at night, to dance where no one is watching and play in the waves, to embrace beneath the moon and to touch to her hand, soft kisses, misty and shy, like little cirrus clouds.