Ode to Narcissism

Still on this.

I’m going to sit here, drinking my tea.  I’m going to sit here, and I’m going to distract myself. 

I need humor.  I need humor to weed out these dark thoughts, like the removal of a splinter from skin.  (ugh.  Mundane metaphors are so my forte).

I was somebody before him, and I will be somebody now that he’s gone.

And if I end up alone forever, at least I’ll be in good company.

So, fuck it.

No more of this. 

(You realize, don’t you, that there will probably be a lot more of this?  But I’ve got to say things like that, because if I don’t, it’s like I’m condoning this and I’m not.  No one wants to read about my romantic problems - least of all me - but I’ve got nothing else at the moment and I’ve got to get this out of me and away from me or it’s going to take hold and I won’t be able to move on and up and away in my life.  And I’ve just got to.  So, I’m sorry.  Sort of.)