When will they stop

It's a night for laying on the floor of my bathroom listening to sad songs. I like to do that when I get a case of the mean reds. Did you know that the bathroom is the greatest place for the gloomy? In my case it's the only room with a door.

But I don't want to do that, indulge my self-pity. It's feel somehow lame and pointless. It's busy work for an existentialist.

This mood will pass and I'll feel fine again.

Until then I have masturbation.