The beautiful man told me as he tried to look away.
As I get escorted out of the oldest gay bar in town, and the withering queen looks at me and tells me "do you remember?"
do I remember what I feel, fucking faggot.
anywho's the night went okay, i didn't get any and my racial insecurities only deepened. but hey.
why didn't he want me.
why doesn't anyone want me?
god I'm so pathetic man.
why do you like him, I ask?
he's quiet, he responds.
jesus fucking christ.
light me up a fucking cigarette you fucker.
he asks me to kind of sit in the front for him.
god he wasn't interested in me at all.
I kept on going for the hugs.
god.......
JFC, what a loser I am.
I have to get over this.
chill man.
don't be too desperate.
god who am I kidding.