How many times and in how many ways can a man have his heart broken?
Only the lonely can understand how I am feeling. It’s as if I’ve checked into Heartbreak Hotel.
I now refer to myself as “Mr. Lonely,” and I just don’t care anymore. I will no longer allow myself to cry those lonely teardrops. I will stop shedding the tears of a clown.
From this day forth I resolve that I am a rock, I am an island, and I’ll be what I am, a solitary man.
(Exactly 90 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the word is “solitudinarian.”
How many song titles about being alone or lonely can you pick out in this post?