I’ll be working on the same game as the dude who she’s seeing now. It’s a small industry, but come the fuck on, universe. How many more intersections will you introduce? Another random fucker who messages me about her? Her photo crossing my path as I scroll through my dashboard?
I’d say it could be worse. He could be a local as opposed to a few thousand miles away. Thing is, I’ve been itching for a confrontation I never got. I could do with a conversation not reliant on some electronic device or another. My resolution with the situation’s set but a heart-to-heart would really be the cherry on top.
This aggression’s wearing me down, on top of these work hours. I need to let it out in as rough a manner as possible. Feel for the girl who’s going to bear the brunt of it—or envy her, if that is how you roll, too.