The hardest part about this Quarantine?

Every single one of you being so clueless as to how good you have it.
I know there are people out there being abused and what not during this time, and I am not downplaying that. 
Truthfully I would murder my abuser if I was trapped in the house with them...
But I'm so hurt every single time I see people complain "I'm the only one social distancing". How about you go FUCK YOURSELF.
You have room mates, house mates, partners, kids. 
I have myself. 
I am driving myself crazy. 
I am starting to feel like I am losing it. It is so quiet in the house. In yet, if I had a room mate I'm sure I would be annoyed by them. 
But at least it wouldn't be so cold and empty. I wouldn't feel so alone and lost.
I wouldn't panic every time I get some sort of searing pain in my body that if I fall unconscious or worse, who knows how long it would take for someone to find me. 
Everett would start to eat me before someone found me. 
And that fucking hurts.
I never in my life imagined I would be living alone. 
And I never imagined that I couldn't even see people.
I can't feel their energy, their spirit, their life. 

I just feel all of the bad stuff coming back to me like an old abusive person coming back because no one else really cares.
This is fucking torture beyond anything and I don't think I am going to come out of this even close to who I was before...