Loneliness is that sick, sinking feeling in your chest when the holidays are coming and you have nowhere to be. And you dread those random people asking you what you're going to be doing, so you make up **** just so they won't have to know nobody wants to spend time with you. And you know you can call "family" and weasel your way into making something, anything, happen - but the truth is that if you didn't "make it work", they wouldn't even think of you.

That's loneliness to me.