Even at a party full of people you can feel Lonelier then you ever felt.
So lonely that I have a hole in my stomach that can't be filled with money drugs or ironically sex.
I try to cover this hole with tarps maid of Temporary Happiness but it never seems to last long.
My biggest fear is that I'm in the bottom of this hole with a shovel maid of anger making this hole bigger and when I decide to try to climb out I'll never find my way.
