Oh my fuck, do you want to know something? Something from the deep dark locked file cabinet inside my head of shit I shouldn't say out loud lest I appear to be ungracious or graceless or just plain selfish?
Well, then here's a big one.
I hate being alone.
I hate living alone.
I hate sleeping alone. I hate waking up alone. I hate showering alone and I hate talking to myself from the time the children go to bed to when they wake up in the morning.
Alone and I, well, we don't get along. I've never tasted it for any length of time, I don't think it's something I would enjoy and yet...
Here I am. Forever cursed to be alone.
Nice.
