Oh, woe is me.

[iamninjafearme]

I'm so alone. My friends went on vacation and I just had deja vu. I wrote this poem about my unhappiness:

I'm so alone, I feel like I can't touch
your body any more baby;
so please let me crouch
in front of you and look at my body.
It's so naughty.
If your love is not gone, please send me a letter.
Maybe then I can feel better.
I'm so alone. The pain will flow out like flowers;
but it should be gone in several hours,
as long as I keep drinking this wine.
I think I'll be fine.
I'm so lonely, baby.

Do you feel the love? It's meant to have lots of love. I'm drunk.