Tinder - L.A. Salami

Dear diary

I am now completely bored out of my mind with worry and concern

The days have become rotisserie and the internet is a ruse

A prison, and a narrow window for an endless attempt at perfection

I have found Tinder to be a great distraction

Yes, that digital pit of indifference towards romantic spectacle

Yes, that find and fuck phone application

Well, I met a girl on there

The photos were fine

But I got off more on the fact that something was happening to fill the

monotony of ebb and life below the poverty line

We barely spoke

And I used to find such things appealing

But that night, it was only ghost-like and groundless

I did what I could, but I was no fun

I have learned I need to feel wanted in order to tap into my own debauchery

A paradox indeed

I feel ashamed

The city had high hopes for my soul

I shall not be doing it again