Lonely Screens

I'm popular, but I don't want to be. It's no treat looking at the app where hundreds of males are asking for my long-canceled Snapchat, asking to get to know me. Close quarters always make people so horny, just ask the 'Nam veterans. This used to be the spark that would light me up. Using dating apps to talk to people, to feel something. Now, like porn, the entertainment is going and I'm just another person in the crowd on the cusp of falling asleep. Another asks what I look like. I blow him off. There are eight more that have asked the same at the same time as him. He sends a picture, which I already know is another unimpressive dick. I roll my eyes, virtually and in reality.

We are living in the "worst thing since the bubonic plague" without the numbers to match. Almost everyone who lived through the plague is dead though, and Bernie gave up on us. The world is going to shit, and everyone is trying to shack up. Another Indian guy is begging for me to fuck him, and I wonder about his logic. How he thinks I will magically appear in his bedroom butt-naked, ready to be taken by him. Everyone is an idiot on here, and I'm the biggest. Another uninteresting start from another guy who won't last ten minutes. This used to be more fun, more meaningful in a way, but now everyone is here and they are clogging the vibes. A woman texts me, obviously a bot. I am a bot, asking her something weird so she'll fuck off. She can't answer realistically, and I rudely shun her.

Quarantine is sent almost as frequently as dick pics, and I wonder if they think they are helping. No one is helping. Everyone should just die already. I send a middle finger and leave for a while. There's no leaving really. I'm trapped in this screen, going mad because the voices on the walls change but say the same shit. There are no bottles to crawl into to wait this out. There's no planet I can float away to. There's just this incessant ringing from my head that is screaming for things I cannot give, things I cannot be, things I do not want. I'm going to break my phone before the week ends.