He, Too, Shall Pass
attempting to hold complexity for once in my life
As was predicted, I f*cked a man and he hurt my feelings. Each passing day that I do not hear from him annihilates my ego. It makes me want to slip into a coma and not wake up until he texts me. Also, if he doesn’t view my Instagram story before it expires in one hour, I fear I will plunge a sharp object into my chest.
