Lonely

Me and my mom used to do a lot together, but now...we don't.  I'm alone a lot.  Sometimes I don't mind it, sometimes I like it, sometimes it depresses me.  The longer it goes on, the more depressed it makes me.  I don't know what else to say.  I haven't felt like doing any serious writing for weeks and my appetite is quickly vanishing.  Neither of which signifies anything good.