Bleak Street, and Getting Bleaker

                                                  ....

             Hey!  Who are you?  I've seen you before...

                          I almost made it across the road, didn't I?

                             Yeah, cool.  But who are you?

                        I'm your failures.  That's why you've seen me before.

                        Ohhh.  Yeah, how could I forget you.

                                   I'm the cousin to your regrets.

                            Right.  It's coming back to me.

                          I'm all you tried to do for her, but it never worked out.

                                         Yeah, yeah.

                      And you ended up getting flattened.

                                  Hmmm.

                              In some ways you died before she died.

                        Really.  Wow.  That's heavy.  But is that true?

                    Depression kills.  Do I need to prove it to you?

                         No, of course not.  It's just that.

                             What?  You're gonna need a bigger blog?

                         No.  Nothing.  Just so many failures.

                       I know.  That's why you see us everywhere you look.

                                Epilogue

Can I just ask you: what would have happened if I would have made it across the street?  What if I didn't fail?  What would life have looked like then?

                        A happy tree.  I don't know.  Some nuts?