Lower than deep

Its weird how I don't see myself with someone rigth now.... there's too much space in this bed, that I can not fill... but still.. I can't think about a name for it to be filled with.
It's like im craving for love, and I look for it in all the wrong places... I keep telling myself that I want to share....but when the nigth comes, there's just me, and my bed, and, ... I don't know what I want anymore.
Could it be the "you don't like me you just like the attention" loop? ...  or am I asking for attention, when affection is what I need?.