I draw a hot sorrow bath in my despair room with a misery candle burning. I wash my hair with regret shampoo, after cleaning myself with pain soap. I dry myself with my gorgeous white one hundred percent and it will never change towel. Then smooth on my 'I don't deserve' lotion and 'I hate myself' face cream. Then I put on my alone again silk pyjamas and go to sleep. When the hue has gone blue and you can't quite grin and bear it, let this word picture remind you: it can always be worse