Twisted

I often wonder why I can't make myself enjoy the simpler things in life:
1) friendships
2) warmth
3) kindnesss
4) love

and why do i choose to complicate it with so many things.

The life I wished for in childhood is not here yet.

I remember reading stories with longing for that close-knitted friendships shared by others which I always seem to have problems obtaining

And being told that one lacks the warmth of a woman doesn't help matters either, whatever that means

I am supposed to be working now, and I will return to that soon

I am restless, I am bored, I feel suffocated, I need to move on

I can't seem to enjoy life the way normal people can

Is something the matter with me?