Tfln

Am I that desperate?

I'd rather sleep alone, I know this, but I'm compelled to text random standby, just to be sure that -what? That someone, in the twopointfive mile radius, in the future, someone may want me? Someone who wants someone else who wants someone else may want me?

I've had a few vodka tonics, clearly, why don't you want me someone-who-may-love-someone-who-may-love-someone? You should want me. Even if I don't really care and I know it. My mascara is everywhere. I don't want you to see this. It's not even the vodka, it's the mascara. The second you see this mascara catastrophe, I worry I will care. And then you will know too much and be added to the list of Men I Wish I Never Met.

(And we all know it's not mascara. It's everything. Everything that can be smudged.)

Let's just be friends?