Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Fuck

Why can’t I remember this feeling? The way it feels after giving an entire hour of my life to someone over the phone, neglecting myself, not making myself a scrumptious dinner - it’s too late now - because I sat there and listened to this guy for an hour, this guy who doesn’t have any interest in me? Why?!?

Sure, he’s interested in me when he isn’t recovering from surgery and can fuck. And that’s about it.

Fuck!
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