Starting Over...And All That Jazz

I said I was starting over.
And I did very well today.
So why is the blade still whispering my name?
Could it be that I'm alone, unemployed, and have no one to talk to?
No, it couldn't be that.
No way.

My days are spent alone, waiting for someone to call about one of the many job applications I've put it and wanting to have someone to talk to.
It doesn't have to be about anything serious, just anything to distract me.
I loved that about Jonathen.
No matter how shitty my day had been, he could always make me laugh and forget it for awhile.

I've even begun having conversations with the Stevie Nicks in my head.
Out loud.
I know the personas of these people I have in my head are probably very far from what the actual people are like, but it takes up time.
Basically every person I've ever idolised is in my head, keeping me somewhat sane.
If that is indeed what I am.
I'm beginning to doubt that, but someone once said
All the best people are mad.

I don't suffer from insanity. however.
I enjoy every minute.
Even as I sit at my desk drinking alone.
Thinking of life, love, misery, danger, and all that jazz.

Life is nothing without
Love
Hate
Pain
Hope
Misery
Joy
And all
That
Jazz