Maybe I would have been something you'd be good at

I'm slowly spiraling into insanity.

We Skyped for six hours yesterday.

Six. Hours.

Until 4am.

But it was 5am her time.

And she had to be up by 8.

To go hang out.

With her girlfriend.

On Valentine's Day.


We're just friends.
I tell myself

It would never work.
I continue to argue

I'm just being goofy. I'm just confused because she's attractive and I'm lonely.
Clearly.

I should keep writing my stories.
Oh, the new one with a very interesting ending about wanting something you can't have?

I'm going to bed.
Confused and angry.

[boom]