Old Maid and the Bathtub

It’s 2 a.m., you’re lonely, and you don’t have a husband, because you haven’t met a man, who had impressed you. You’re sitting in the bathtub under the stream of water, drinking from your favourite glass, your skin is very soft, you cried a bit at the piano downstairs a quarter of an hour ago, but you have no tears because you’re dehydrated. Your parents say your standards are too low, you know that too, but still, no one meets them. You pray for an Angel who is smarter than you and at least reads a little. I see you, Little Masochist. Enjoy your suffering!

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