this yuletide season is a drag if you ain’t got no one but yer sad sad self:
go f.in numb yer self out and feel cool — good enuff to last til the sadder
nobody deserves to be lonesome these days;
but i shouldn’t be complaining — we both saw it coming.
i should keep my mouth shut and slowly die of envy,but
damn lemme write about this almost perpetual sadness.
from ” a mess of lovepoems “