i write hateful thoughts in my journal but only in my neatest, girliest print. i forgive my seventeen year old self. she still hates me, but that's the price of being the adult in a situation. i put decorative braids in my dark hair and they disappear unless you're looking for them. i am not available, i want to be alone. my friends still invite me out because they love me and they know i love eating the olives out of my martinis. i drink fiji water when the moon is full because i want that for myself.

















