There are 365 days in a year
which means I’ve 365 chances
to get someone to fall in love with me
but once again I’m empty-handed;
a failure in society’s eyes.
Yet another year to go by
wondering why I’m unlovable;
not go enough for anyone
let alone THE one.
Another holiday to be sent
tortured with the concept that
It will always be like this for me:
alone and depressing.
On the bright side,
the wine industry is about to take all my money.
Not like I have anyone else to spend it on.
