I feel so old.
So cold.
I feel
Alone.
Helpless.
Dejected.
Vain.
Insignificant.
Charming.
Horny.
Impotent.
A wreck.
Flatulent.
Restless.
Like dancing.
And cowering in a corner.

But the one thing I don't feel...
Is lonely.
And for that I am grateful.