Alert the media: Little Miss Random is on the prowl once again!

But before that, excuse me while I break out the ice-cream and alcohol and curl up into a little ball and cry.

I'll be fine... really. I just need a little time. And no, I don't want to talk about it.

So we're speeding towards that time of year,
to the day that marks that you're not here.
And I think I'll want to be alone,
so please understand if I don't answer the phone.

I'll just sit and stare at my deep blue walls,
until I can see nothing at all,
Only particles, some fast, some slow,
all my eyes can see is all I know.