Unhappy

Okay, I feel as though I'm going to scream.

I'm not stressed out (much) about anything, but I'm so dang bored I'm ready to die.

I think more than anything, I feel lonely.
Shawn's here, but... well, we never touch.
I know that sounds weird, but we don't. When we watch TV or a movie, he sits in a chair, and I'm on the couch. When we go out to eat we sit opposite, which is okay, because otherwise it would be weird and creepy. He lives here, but we have separate beds. We never touch.

I don't know what to do. I hate it.