widowx

I'm lonely tonight and I feel awful for having to exhale in an online journal. Only few minutes ago, I arrived home from a (increasingly regular) visit at the pub down the street. There I had indulged in the drink, played a couple of games at the pool table (poorly) and shared a slewed slow dance with an old high school friend. Arriving home I lamented my poor luck in love and its patron, loneliness. Same story, different verse.

My father had always told me I was too dramatic.