One day in March, my cat died.
I loved her and was very upset, so I told my troubles to my best friend.
Then, my best friend died. I missed her dearly, and I poured out my heart to my husband.
Then my husband died. I screamed and held his body to me as the doctor tried in vain to pull me away.
I was a broken woman, but I still had support groups on the internet to whom I could tell my troubles.
And then one day, my computer died.
And now, all I have left
To tell my troubles to