It's My Party and I'll Cry If I Want To
Where is everyone? Not one of my guests has showed. My own parents didn’t even come.
I am in total shock. So paralyzed by it, I am unable to even cry. The tears will come eventually. This is supposed to be a day celebrating me after all. I have got my finest outfit on; had my hair and make-up done, and what for?
Only the reverend has turned up. He is an odd little man but contractually obliged I guess. Still, I wish I could thank him now. Instead, I take a pew and listen.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
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