like a basic butch

I keep willing them to context me. In the middle of the night.
But they are far too play with me, cool. For that. Plus, in so much
fluff, they don't think of me in the middle of the night. And, whatever,
that is great. Fine. But, I still feel guilty when I zero-response throw my
phone down when it is just a message from a good friend. Good
friends aren't for texting back. We've already got that, like, locked.

They will never fucking text in the middle of the  night,
too controlled, but that is what we relate to, so...

Also, full of conflict thinking of everything annoying they do. Fucking annoying. And it was never real anyway, it is just like everything else: never real but always somehow effing true.