Drowning sorrows is only eventual asphixiation, and sympathy aggravates the wounds. Fingers faster than mind will melt the keys and chose forgiveness away. Machines have no emotion, no matter how humanoid the opporator. And broken glass will still be broken, even when carefully glued back together.
I'll cry softly and lick my wounds when tomorrow doesn't care.
Edit: On second thought, I'm seriously considering going on hiatus from everything.