One is the Loneliest Number is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do.
I sit alone for hours brooding. If you meet me, you’ll think I’m a happy-go-lucky kid. But sometimes I live in a darker world.
Two can be as bad as one. It’s the loneliest number since the number one.
The need to smoke my first cigarette is profound. I think it will give me that teenager lift I’m looking for. Smoking is camaraderie. I’ll be a comrade. My mother isn’t around today — which is rare. She’s always a figure in motion around our house. Or she’s sequestered in her bedroom fighting her own private demons.
No is the saddest experience you’ll ever know. Yes, it’s the saddest experience you’ll ever know. (more…)
