I want to publish more melancholic write-ups on my Instagram. Only for my ‘Close Friends’ list though. I think about publishing those as a regular post and I don’t like that kind of visibility. I don’t think the write-ups are any good, but it’s cathartic, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

Work today wasn’t great. I was so distracted. It was hard to do anything.

In my head, I’m still trying to let go of Nomi. Taking her out of the “dating” box and into the “just friends” box. That kind of move is hard. It feels like I’m almost grieving her not being a dating option anymore. Still keeping hope she might be. But she won’t be — I know this. We like to be hopeful because we’ve spent so much time. We’ve felt so many feelings — romantic or not. We’ve overthought and imagined situations. Suddenly they are no more. Not even a possibility exists.

Talking to more people on Hinge hasn’t been going great. I’m talking to two people, both of whom are only interested in friendship. Fine, not a problemo. But ghosting is of course…a thing.

I feel weird about texting them like so:

Hey, I’d appreciate letting me know if this conversation is over for good so I can move on mentally.

What kind of loser says that?

Anyway, someone who could have been interested in a relationship never responded after matching. How typical.

Fuck dating apps.