According to one of my best friends I must be the most selfish and egoistical person ever been born, cause despite all the living creatures in and outside my house, I feel exceedingly lonely nad unhappy. And believe it or not, but I am aware of all the things I do have - friends, aqquaintances, family [including all my animal-istic family], home, opportunities [at which and whom I 'wave as they pass by'] and stuff.

But you just can't help the feeling. Can you?