halfway through the semester— you’re stuck with workloads, piles of paper, empty ramen cups, and endless cans of energy drinks to get you through the sleepless nights. your phone buzzes softly on your nightstand, you don’t need to peek to know who it was.

[Yaeger⛔️IGNORE.⛔️] — you up? sent, 1:38am

the caller id seems persistent, the phone rings, before growing quiet once again

— I’m outside sent, 1:40am

this was a never-ending cycle with the guy you had originally talked to purely for drugs, and now, as if being one, you can’t seem to withdraw.