Man.

I'm sure you've all been stood up before, in some way or another. Happens a lot, for good reason or not. But it takes a lot of buildup for a case of no reason to create for such a spectacular emotional landslide on the receiving end. That's what I've had to deal with in recent days.

Match with a girl outta nowhere not too long after I swear off the agents of misery known as dating apps for a while. Hit her up because I've got nothing to lose, and suddenly before I know it, we're hitting it off on a miraculous level. Helps too that not only is she cute, but she's not mincing words on just how attractive she finds me. Plans are set in motion for meeting up over a drink. Talking nonstop, with expectations for what's in store escalating. This is it. Catharsis. Perhaps this is the woman I've been looking for along this winding, ever-shifting trail of shit, emotional manipulation and pain that I've found myself on for years now. I'm excited the morning of our date.

But it all comes crashing down. Go to say good morning, find myself blocked. Panicked, I go to try and quickly make another Snapchat account and explain the situation, but I get nothing back in reply. I even go as far as to find her Instagram and try to reach her there. Blocked. No signs of anything wrong. Both expressing great excitement for the next day before I went to bed. She's just...up and gone like that.

Hadn't yet met a girl who'd go so far as to send Snapchats of her tits in the shower, then sever all contact within 24 hours, but I guess it's keeping the heartache fresh and interesting. Just another in the chain.

Anyhow, despair inspires my work, so here's a new track. Gonna take a little while to get over the magnitude of this one...