She's just hanging out with friends, not interested in you. And anyway, love is for queers and losers.
That's why I decided to give up and stop writing to her.
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
She's just hanging out with friends, not interested in you. And anyway, love is for queers and losers.
Did they give you a haircut like a little kid?
Thursday is the worst day. You're already tired, and you haven't even had a chance to rest. Wednesday is also bad, but you're not quite as exhausted yet. Tuesday is also awful – you're already sleep-deprived, and you still have the whole week ahead of you. Monday isn't great – you have energy, but you lack motivation. On Friday, you barely make it to the last few minutes, and the drive home is the only enjoyable part; you collapse at home, feeling like you've finally found freedom, but after a shower and a few minutes on the couch, you feel like half a corpse. You sleep through half of Saturday, wake up feeling weak and with aches all over your body, as if you've worked two shifts in a mine; by the time you're finally awake, it's already dusk, and you feel miserable. You spend Sunday preparing your clothes and food for the week ahead, and you go to bed feeling unmotivated, only managing to sleep for about four hours. Monday – here we go again.
Could have written that you'd come and be just another friend, the n-th one in line.
Alex, what do you do for a living, if you don't mind sharing?
Maybe there will be another sad guy there, and you can both feel sorry together, drink, and smoke while everyone else is having fun with her. It's better to feel sad together.
Loader, security guard. Not much work, trying to get into rewriting, but it's not working out.
I already have enough cool, but sad guys. I don't want to go to Russia just to spend a week having sex and then think about suicide for six months.
There's no point in getting acquainted with women from who knows where.
How are you doing?
