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Saturday Night Pity Party
I've been staring at my phone most of the day. I've stopped myself from throwing it against the wall more times than I care to count. I hate the power that this inanimate object has over me. I hate that it's ringing can have me dancing on the ceiling in a split second, but it's obstinate silence has me pouty and brooding and a tiny bit angry. I hate that I can't even really be angry or indignant about this because I wasn't promised a phone call and he doesn't even know he's letting me down. I hate that I spend so much time trying not to build my expectations up that they inevitably become built up beyond belief and I, inevitably, get disappointed. I hate that I'm sitting here tonight hating all this. I hate that I can't think of a clever way to end this sorry little pity party so I'm going to leave it hanging like this... |
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