"I am so tired," I said to Myself.
"Why don't you sleep, then?" Myself did reply.

"...Because I'm too sad," I told Myself.
"Then why so blue?" Myself did inquire.

"...Because I had a bad day," I confessed to Myself.
"Well, what spoiled your day?" Myself did persist.

"Oh, nothing really" I let Myself know.
"Then, why did you name your day bad" Myself queried.

"Well, the truth of the matter..." I started to Myself.
"The truth: yes, go on?" Myself prompted more.

"Well, the truth is just this..." I faltered again to Myself.
"What? What, I? 'Just' what? Myself grew less patient.

"The only person I had any meaningful conversation with today was you" I finally sighed to Myself.
"Oh" Myself suddenly changed.

"And what's wrong with that exactly?" Myself asked in a sting.
"Why nothing at all" I tried to recover.

But I could tell. The damage was already done. I was not happy, but poor Myself was now upset too...just for trying to be there for I, like a good friend when Others were gone.

And now I and Myself are not speaking.