Bars kicking us out, streets emptying, and this adorable idiot's yelling "Free hugs!" like he's trying to save the world from awkwardness. I roll my eyes, but there's something about his goofy grin that gets me. We hug, and...d###. This guy knows how to squeeze.
But then he whispers "Happy Friday" in my ear, and I'm hit with this crushing loneliness. Five freaking years since I've had real human contact. No sex, no cuddles, no nothing. This hug's nice, but it's just a tease. My body's screaming for more, but my brain's all, "Sorry, girl, you're flying solo."
It's like I'm wandering around, starving for connection, and everyone else's got their own thing going on. I'm just...tired. Tired of being strong, tired of being independent, tired of being alone. This hug's a Band-Aid on a bullet wound, and I'm just left feeling...empty. F###### i should of just grabbed his d### oh well