I don't want to feel this way anymore.

It's like I have forgotten how to be happy. And it's nothing to do with anyone else, it's me. Literally the only time I don't feel like I'm sleeping through my life or inside my own sad world is when I am painting alone in my room. And even that gets lonely.
I don't know what to do anymore. I feel over dramatic. And I hate to complain to my friends. I hate to talk about it in general.