Did he even see the work he’s reviewing?


The seams show, yet these ass kissers won’t acknowledge, hoping to sway me with flattery.

“A triumph!”

I ache for honesty, I crave perspective, I long to be taught and tutored.

“Unbelievable! Completely unexpected!”

I followed every formula available, relied on tropes and cliches in lieu of creativity. Trashed my integrity for a quick buck.

“A failure in every way.”

Well, you don’t have to be such a dick about it.


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the text

“Thanks for switching seats with me. I just can’t be around her anymore tonight. It’s just too hard.” Send.

Her phone buzzes. She picks it up, looks at the text.

…and my life is ending because that wasn’t supposed to go to her but she’s the one I always text and I just went on autopilot and I love her and she won’t understand that sometimes unrequited love makes it too painful to be around…

She looks at me. I look at the table.

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