laaaately i want to be in my heaaaaaart

we are but new acquaintances after all. clearly i have gone soft in my old age.
they don't make a card that says "sorry i was rude to you while i was in withdrawal" and even if they did; a)i wasn't that rude, really and b)who cares?
i went to the library and read literary criticism and i even took notes so that it looked more like i was doing something useful. then i told all about it to a first degree relative so i won't be tempted to quote poetry in mixed company. there was this snowy day. there was this infrared camera.
i thought maybe if i was brave enough, but now i can't turn it off & it's the definition of unsustainable-- i can't keep getting less lonely forever! but the alternative, well the alternative is this.