Tinder

Dear Diary, I am now completely bored out of my mind with worry and concern. The days have become rotisserie, and the internet is a ruse - A prison – and a narrow window for an endless attempt at perfection. I have found Tinder to be a great distraction. Yes, that digital pit of indifference towards romantic spectacle. Yes, that find-and-f*ck phone application. Well, I met a girl on there. There photos were fine, but I got off more on the fact that something was happening to fill the monotony of urban life below the poverty line. We barely spoke – And I used to find such things appealing, but that night it was only ghost-like and groundless. I did what I could, but I was no fun. I have learned I need to feel wanted in order to tap into my old debauchery - A paradox indeed. I feel ashamed – The city had high hopes for my soul. I shall not be doing it again.