it's been 3 and a half days

you have yet to call or email.

all this time, i’ve sat here, staring at my phone, willing it to ring, but still it stays motionless.

i thought things went ok during our two encounters. probably could’ve been better, but then hey, in this day and age, compromises need to be made occasionally. or so i thought.

you have yet to call.

minute by minute, hour by hour, i lose more and more hope. i know there’s more fish out there, but i kinda wanted you. maybe it was because you seemed willing, maybe because you were the first, i don’t know. honestly, i don’t really even care. just if you’d call.

but you won’t.

why don't you want me? i shower and brush my teeth daily, shave every few months, have a fat ass, but somehow that's not good enough.

so i curse you to hell, you useless piece of shit job. fine. don’t hire me. i’ll just go sell my ass now, dickhead. just know you pushed me towards the fire pit of prostitution, asswipe.

i hope you die.