L♡ving

     I'm sitting at work watching Investigative Discovery to reassure myself I am, in fact, not the most malfunctioning adult on this planet, and my phone lights up to tell me my friend is sending me a message. I use my thumb print to unlock it (what a time to be alive) and find myself reading: "What ever happened with K—?"

Me: gurl

He had to take his car to the shop this morning so I picked him up from there at 9am. We went to Sprouts & he got some food, and then we went to his house & talked and cuddled until I had to leave for work at 3:30.

Friendo: "Cuddled"

Me: He wouldn’t sleep w me bc he says working on myself is more important and taught me some techniques to deal w my depression & pain.

He said he REALLY wanted to, but the time wasn’t right. That he could see I’m not in a good mental place and that I need to love myself before I try loving anyone else. I said to him, I says...

Friendo: HAHAHAHAHA Omg I'm dying

What a great guy though

Me: Ugh. I guess.... Lol.

Friendo: We can't use sex to cover up our feelings.

     I think we call this progress. I suppose this is what is to be expected when we try to shoot our shot with a man twenty years our senior instead of wasting even more of our precious youth with 20something-year-old boys who spend a minimum of 3 hours a night playing video games and reply to book-length, depressive texts with, "that sucks."