Am I really this pathetic? I mean, I know I don't have many friends, but I don't usually have a problem with that until I realize they all have much more interesting and conversation-worthy ones than I. So I'll fall back on Afri, but he's somewhat noncorporeal. I do miss a bony arm around my shoulders and the panting that comes with inordinate heat, tactile enough to be reassuring. Or maybe it was just the attention. No, that was sporadic. Oh, whatever my problem is, it'll go away and I'll be better. Eventually, once the convenient hurt to fix on is gone. Oh, and the quote I wrote is even on the back of the script for Comedy. I don't know if I heard it somewhere or made it up, but it's apt:
"If I didn't know better
--and I'm not sure I do--
I'd say the purpose of my youth
Is to cry and hurt and scream
and laugh and grow
with the music."
"If I didn't know better
--and I'm not sure I do--
I'd say the purpose of my youth
Is to cry and hurt and scream
and laugh and grow
with the music."