Category: S.A. Tawks

They had to be untrustworthy enough to buy a minor alcohol but trustworthy enough to not walk away with my money.

There were no snooty commuters at this late hour. They were home snug in their beds where they should be.

After spending the previous night the way I had, I felt I could afford to lose some of the daytime to sleep.

Maybe if you allowed me to blow off some steam, I wouldn’t have been so frustrated when I had to find higher order fucking derivatives.

Acting with confidence, but inside lacking certainty, I’d told her I could.

Self-harm appealed to my sadness but I didn’t let it coax me.