You know why Shakespeare invented the sililoque? Or whoever. Its because people are lonely. Sure, we know people… But who can you talk to? Some person who you have to pay, who will see you when their schedule permits? Your friends who will give you the stellar advice: fuck her, you just need to get drunk, and laid? Of course, the one person you can talk to… usually… is the one person who you can’t just then. Fuck, its enough to… Well, its enough to do many things you wouldn’t normally, and since you know that, you won’t do. I guess that what’s makes us sane.

So, what can you do? You can smoke your last, delapadated cigarette, and you can sit for a half an hour or more thinking. Thinking about nothing in particular, nothing worth while. Just shit like, why is this happening. Should I go back and grovel? Is she worth it. No, you say to yourself. Sure, she had some good points, but that’s no excuse for the names and the hurtful comments. Besides, she doesn’t want you until its different. You’re better. Things are better.

Well, then, fuck her, you think. And you get mad, and you think to yourself, what can I break without pissing off my roommate, or later regret yourself. One way or the other, there’s going to be regrets.

I can’t do this any more. You say, I need release. And you think how can you get some xanax? Maybe you should just get high. Or maybe, you should get drunk, and go get laid. Oh, sure, that’s easy to do. Lots of women are just cueing up to fuck you. If it were that easy, you wouldn’t be in this state of inaction. Well