Ennui.....

Another lonely night. I wish I had someone close to talk to. My wife's asleep so I can't talk to her.

Happily ever after? It only happens in fairy tales.

Some nights I'm so lonely it feels that I haven't a friend in the world. I hug my pillow because R is already conked out, and M is between her and I. I mention it to R and she responds, "Everyone gets lonely sometimes."

The happiest I've ever felt is when I'm in the arms of a loved one, and vice versa.

Sarcasm hurts like paper cuts. It's like being patted on the back by someone with a joy buzzer. I don't get the humor; all I get is the hurt. And I'm tired of hurting, and tired of being hurt.

In the meantime, someone's gone and tattooed the words "Kick Me" on my back.

Some days I feel like a stray cat who's been kicked too many times by people. I want lovies and pets (and food), but I'm afraid to approach people lest I be kicked again.

Maybe that's why I isolate myself, and surround myself with inanimate things instead of people.

And a rock feels no pain. And an island never cries.