Some nights are still rough. I feel a crushing sadness I don’t feel very often.

I’m going on a date tomorrow. Why shouldn’t things be great? I feel nothing. I date as a pastime nowadays.

I don’t even write poetry as often anymore. Perhaps I’ve plumbed all there is to plumb. I try to write once a week almost out of guilt.

And oh look, “Paperthin Hymns” by Anberlin just came on, one of the saddest fucking songs I’ve ever heard in my life.

I trudge through the same misery as so many others. It brings me no relief to acknowledge that, merely reiteration of the idea that nothing is original, especially heartbreak.


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