Lonely. I feel it, might I as well be alone?

Clinging to every word, every breath and sigh, over the telephone line...

Anxious, expectant, and finally...as usual...let down.

*click*

I am so angry at you. I'm angry at myself. I'm angry at us.

"How did I get here?"

Ugh... And here I am... Asking the cliched "Why" to the dead sounds of the phone hung up minutes ago.

I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow...