My favorite thing about this
Viral sensation
Has to be the complete lack
Of continuity
Throughout countries, states
Cities.
Welcome to my little slice of
Hell
As I am fortunate enough
To get to share my Uber with
Some random stranger at
Approximately 11:47 pm
Is a shady city
Crawling with shady people
Mind you
I am just a 20 year old female
Very protective of my body
But wait, there’s more
For just half the unreasonable price of a shared ride
I can get an express car pool in which
I get to walk for 5 whole minutes
To the Denny’s parking lot
In the dead of night
Yay me.
The ride to my house, a normal
20 minute drive
Turns to 37 as we take a random exit
To pick up a random stranger
Who does not show up
But that’s fine
As it is
We renter the same highway 10 minutes later
In a futile attempt
To get me
Home before
12:30 am
That did not happen
Did you know that 24 hour Subways exist?
Me neither

i am not an intellectual
trust me on this
i try and i try but
let's face it, i am not
an intellectual
i write this in a monday morning lecture based around my selected major in my senior year
and i am lost
i've been lost since the first day
of class in august
this class forces me
to question myself
this class forces me
to question my life
so no
i am not an intellectual
i am a heavily confused college student
dreading my graduation date
as this is the day that everyone else
will see that
i am a fraud
i am not an intellectual

there is no such thing as a good upstairs neighbor
i'm now convinced of this
it's 3:13 AM and i'm laying in bed wondering if you're doing jumping jacks?
or killing a man?
why is there so much noise?
i thought the carpets on your floor were meant to be a buffer
but i was wrong
you're steps are heavier than my heart
yet, i don't know who you are
i don't know what you look like
i don't know what you sound like
but i'm sure i could identify you by steps alone
i'd like to go to bed
and every time i'm on the brink,
i hear the loudest banging coming from above me
and then when i'm awake and alert
the noise ends and i fall into another state of false security
it's 3:16 AM
i think
my eyes are growing heavy again and i will sleep tonight

It's 1:00 am on Friday night after we've hung out for the second time this week
Not for the first time, I open my phone to a 150 word text explaining that my words chaffed you the wrong way and you were not pleased with me
The problem is that this time I was not feeling love for myself
Today I felt ****** and then you made me feel like a ****** person
Two different things
I feel ****** because lately my life has been on pause and I've merely been existing instead of living
I feel ****** because I no longer find the joy in simple things
I feel ****** because I'm both alone and lonely and I feel shut out by the world
It's 1:05 am on Friday night after we've hung out for the second time this week
and I've just finished reading your text for the fifth time while contemplating a response and that's when I started to feel something
I feel like a ****** person because I forgot that you have the tendency to overthink and overanalyze every word ever said to you while I have the tendency to underthink and under-analyze my thoughts
I feel like a ****** person because, at my lowest point, I opened 150-word text highlighting all the flaws in my personality
I'm happy and sad about your way of expressing yourself
Happy because of the level of comfort in our relationship that you feel the need to give me a performance review.
Sad because as I read this and know you expect change
Sad because I sit here knowing I failed you
Sad because I feel ****** 200 days out of the year and on those days, the extra effort just eludes me
Sad because I don't know if our friendship can survive on such a forced diet
And when it withers, I'll know it was me and I'm sorry for the inevitable.

It was fall when we fell
I've missed it
Those first few days, weeks when everything was simply perfect and
I hadn't met your friends as yet
and more importantly, you hadn't met mine.

It wasn't love or lust,
It was a fleeting moment of something I hadn't felt before
It was calm, it was bliss
It was supposed to be a love story for the ages
We were alone together in our own little world, our own little bubble.

It was winter when the bubble popped
We didn't expect it, or at least I didn't
We drifted apart quicker than a floaty in high waters
and I don't blame you, I don't blame myself
It wasn't meant to be and sometimes that's okay.

It was summer when you called
You were halfway across the world and for some reason, you were thinking about me and I smiled
We talked for the first time this year, and I started remembering
All at once it came flooding back
I've missed it, I've missed what we used to be.

Our conversations are already becoming the same thing,
You miss me but I wish you wouldn't
You say things that I wish you mean
I wish I could trust you but I'm a born skeptic
We're like two ships passing in the night with scheduled that are too hectic.

Our could've been love story was a series of long pauses and sudden beginnings and ends.
Our could've been love story ended before it could really start and maybe that's a good thing.
Our could've been love story opened the idea of this new thing and promptly shut the door on it.
Our could've been love story was just that.