On late night potato frustrations

Oh, and speaking of nothing at all, I'm pretty sure Potato has tapped out in the running of 'Who Wants To Be My Cuddle Companion?'. I texted him asking to meet up next weekend, and he texted me back like a bazillion hours later, going "Sorry, I'm super busy this week and next", making absolutely no effort to reschedule to any other date, and I just grew tired of the bullshit. "Got it. Take care." was all I said, and it's just like... goddamn it, just tell me if you're not wanting to hang out anymore.

I'm pissed at myself for letting it get to this. I didn't want to have feelings. Fuck those feelings. Fuck 'em. And fuck him for not having them back.