Crashbox

This is one of those times you imagine yourself sitting in the dark, staring sleeplessly off at some forlorn star, steeping in tearful despondency. Sadness fills you and you muse over past loves and dreams and wonder whether you will still be sitting there at morning light...then you kick yourself because realize this is not romantic; it is not tragic or beautiful; and no one is really thinking of you sitting alone, and no one actually cares that you are pathetic and miserable. You are a bore and you're being selfish. It is all just damned self-pity. Damn.