Someone told me that I shouldn't be greedy. That I should try to remember that there are certain things in life that one can get by on with "just enough" of it. So I made a list of things that I have Just Enough of:

Just enough intelect to realize how stupid I really am

Just enough sanity to know that I will soon go crazy

Just enough contact with others to know that I will never truly fit in anywhere

Just enough feeling in my heart to know it is dying

Just enough life left in my soul to feel it slowly bleeding out

Just enough knowledge about life's intricacies to know I will never fully understand them

Just enough memory of her face for it to haunt me time and again like some sadistic vengeful spirit

Just enough of her scent left on my pillows to keep me awake at night wishing her side of the bed wasn't as cold and empty as a freshly dug grave

and just enough whiskey in this bottle to help me sleep through one more night without her.