I can’t quite figure it out.
I’m standing here all alone, I’ve had approximately 5 heavy mixed drinks.
Still not drunk, just buzzed enough to notice how lonely I am.
I met eyes with the dog.
He told me it was ok.
Whether that was the alcohol or my imagination, I don’t know.
I’m glad you’re happy.
I’m not though.
It’s tough.


Being me.




Because that means I’m...








Forever alone.