There’s a Jim Croce song that fills my throat with tar:

I will go if you will take me / I have never had a lover / I am young but I am so alone.

I used to drive around in my shiny red car and have to pull over as clouds destroyed my vision and I’m sure I wore grooves into my dad’s CD.

I am so alone.

It doesn’t resonate with me in the same way anymore, but my heart still aches for the aching heart of that 20 year old.

The one who kept the TV on at all hours of the day and night just to feel less alone.

The one who would throw up while watching America’s Next Top Model because addiction to suffering is like a lover who will never leave you.

Young but so alone,

and addiction is something to share the burden of loneliness.