Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever feel that happy again, or that comfortable, or that understood or that purposeful.  Almost all times I doubt it very much.  I’m an alien visiting the world trying to find others like me, but I frequently discover that any like me have come and gone before I was even here or while I was very young.  People like me tend to not last very long.  Maybe someday I’ll figure out what the hell I’m doing here.  Unfortunately, today wasn’t that day.  Good night.