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by Schneezed

by Schneezed

I could hear the water beginning to puddle behind me. My foot tapped against the tile beneath me, the edge of my trouser leg softening the sound. Irritable; that's the only way I could describe myself.

"Fuck..." I said aloud. I didn't know what else I could say to myself. All that came to mind was that: "Fuck".

In a way, it's ironic. Actually it's the most ironic life could have been.

My life had constantly revolved around that one word in all it's meanings. It's because of who I wanted to fuck I couldn't have the life I wanted.

It's because of who I wanted to fuck I was seen as a minority.

It's because I was good at fucking that I could afford this place.

My entire life was about fucking.

That's it.

I had no more meat to my story other than that. I'm just a lonely twenty-something who was good at giving guys what they wanted.

And my last word would be "fuck".

Ironic.

Utterly, truly, pathetic irony. Which - somehow - let my lips spread into a smile.

If only for a moment.