I've been there.

I can hear you.  Somewhere.  You feel like I do.  Like there are too many things made dramatic and not enough friendly moments shared.  You remember what it felt like to care, and you know you're lying to yourself when you say you don't.  

There's a moment in each of us where we exist here.  We want our friends to call.  We want to be more outgoing.  We want to live up to the ideal of ourselves or at least feel as good as we used to.  Isn't that what a new year is for?  We always say each day is a new day, but surely a new year has to be for real.  Right?  All the Sex in the City's and fake columnist spiffs in the world can't create for us what really happens in our minds.  I'm no authority, just another person analyzing everything that's in your head.

Dun dun dunnnnn.  You were thinking it, no?