I open up my Tinder app less than 3 times throughout the week, because I
don’t know what should I be looking out of the app, out of the conversation. I
scroll through the people that has left since we say Good Night, should I start
the conversation all over again or should I just delete my Tinder account. I
can’t fix my life, and I thought that trying to act cheerful and happy could
make me feel better and that conversation could roll on a little longer.
My phone has been quiet since the weekend we failed to make the meet-up!
I’d been drowning in these thoughts of
the online dating era. I’m drowning not knowing what to do or how to make
things better. I want to be enough, I want to save a life and I want to know
how to save my own life. But each time someone let me go without an
explanation, I’ll always wish for more, I wish someone would be responsible
enough to give the story a closure.