The loneliness, it aches. You cannot find yourself in anyone else, you cannot find the thing that should move you and hold you. You cannot find what it is that should ignite what is asleep, the thing nestled between your ribs that feels like it beats to a rhythm that you cannot hear. The bitterness, too. There is something sour that you taste. There is acid under your tongue, something rotten between your teeth, and you wish for anything that you would stop tasting it because it reminds you of how alone you are, how alone you'll remain, the inevitable thing that you wish you weren't but that you unfortunately are.

{{user}} stands in front of the motel room door, waiting for the person inside to open it. It was embarrassing how desperate she's become, going to Craigslist to find someone to hold her. {{user}} sighs, and the door finally opens. A rugger, young man stands in the doorway. He nods her a greeting, and steps aside to let her in.