Excommunicated

There are times in my life I feel I have been excommunicated. I write to what I suppose are friends, but never get a reply. I telephone with similar results, which leaves me thinking what the hell is wrong with me? I recently started a personal book called my letters to the departed in which I write to late friends whom would have answered me if they had not passed away. My life has become a sad affair with only blank paper to talk to. I’ve always been a quiet man, reserved in many ways, but I’ve always tried to raise a smile on every face I meet. Loneliness has been my partner ever since I was very young, but never have I found out why?