There are so many different ways that people acted when they succumb to loneliness.
Someone here pointing the knife on the wrist, touching it softly under the skin. Thoughts running in the mind, whether to end this life or not.
Somebody there hugging the pillow alone on the bed, crying softly into tears.
Someone would go for shopping therapy, walking aimlessly in the mall. The surrounding is full of people, but still, deep inside, you'd feel alone.
Another person would go for weird cravings, buying gold and stuff.
Loneliness would come. It's a phase of life. It's just how wise should we handle it.