And They Flew

I’m lonely, for the first time in my singledom.

I choose not to see him tonight. What we have is not something that comforts me. If anything, it makes me even lonelier. He doesn’t love me, and I wouldn’t want him to. But he’s a reminder that I do want somebody to, and nobody does.

Instead of seeing him, I’m getting very stoned. I just finished my book and I think I’m going to clean out my closet next. Then I’m going to light some incense, smoke more, and listen to the Beatles until I fall asleep.

This will pass. But it sucks right now.