Table reserved for self pitty...party of one

I'm going to bed . . . alone

. . . again . . .


sad, and lonely
. . . my two worst friends close by my sides tonight, like the small angel and devil masquerading as ones conscience, or The Great Gazoo to Fred Flintstone . . .

will I be okay?

Yes

but for now I wallow in my bad mood . . .

loneliness feeding on sadness . . .
sadness feeding on loneliness . . .


I'm going to bed . . . alone

. . . again . . .

goodnight cruel world . . .
see you in the morning . . .