Bottom Doubt

Boo.

Whoa!! Don’t scare me like that! Where you been?

Here, there, everywhere, nowhere.

I see, still on that rhyming kick, eh?

No, I think I’ll take a break from that, it all depends where my mind is at.

You’re still doing it.

Oh, sorry.. it’s a hard habit to break.

So, really.. what gives? These “poems” are hard to decipher.

It’s not that complicated really.. a broken heart, insomnia, a little alcohol, and a blog. That’s what you end up with.

Wanna talk about it?

Haven’t I said enough already? I don’t want to talk about it anymore, I just want it all behind me. I want to wake up and smile when I hear the birds. I want to lay down at night and still have that smile on my face. I don’t want to talk, I want to fix it.

Weeeeeell, tough titties. If life was fair, I wouldn’t be trapped on a web server.

You’re not, numbnuts, you’re trapped in my head.

Shows what you know. Speaking of, you know there’s plenty of fish in the sea, and another bus every half-hour, and yadda yadda?

Yea, yea.. I’ve heard it all already. It’s easy for those not feeling the pain to spew out all that nonsense. Hell, I even know all that is true, but it doesn’t matter, it still hurts like a sumbich.

Did I mention tough titties? Cuz if not, tough titties.

Thanks for being in my corner, you’re a true pal.

It’s what I do! So seriously, is there something you want to get off your chest, or are you just killing time?

Well, I guess I just want to say that a few weeks ago I thought I had bottomed out; that I was as low as I could possibly get. I think I was wrong.

You of all people should know better than that, aren’t you Mr. Atoms and Molecules??

Yea, I suppose you’re right. We can always go deeper. I guess I just hope I didn’t have to.

Well, isn’t your pain all your own doing?

I suppose.

Then shut the fuck up and move on, dipshit. Either use the shovel to dig, or use it to paddle. Your call.