With So Many Dark Things To Worry

Reminded Of Favorite Poem By Wendy Cope Which Goes: At Christmas Little Children Sing And Merry Bells Jingle. The Cold Winter Air Makes Our Hands And Faces Tingle. And Happy Families Go To Church And Cheerily They Mingle, And The Whole Business Is Unbelievably Dreadful If You're Single.

I'm No Good At Anything. Not Men. Not Social Skills. Not Work. Nothing.

You See, Things Being Good Has Nothing To Do With How You Feel Outside, It Is All To Do With How You Are Inside.

When Someone Loves You It's Like Having A Blanket All Round Your Heart.

Sink Into Morbid, Cynical Reflection On How Much Romantic Heartbreak Is To Do With Ego And Miffed Pride Rather Than Actual Loss