The April Fool

I am miserable. Completely, utterly, inconceivably miserable. I'm looking for joy and all around me is nothing but cold loneliness. I reach out for a heart, a hand, or a friendly face, and all I have is a too-bright computer screen to keep me out of darkness. I thirst for some show of love, proof that I can make it through the night and once again look into another's eyes...my love's eyes, so like my own...Today of all days I feel that I am nothing more than a shell.