LOVELY MESS (48 stories of shame)
So I'm 12 years old, and I'm starting to think that I'm not that interesting.
I’m just drowning in an infinite sea of beef red curry and torn out playboy images and toenails.
It was kind of like moving out of your childhood home, except your childhood home is on fire, and everyone and everything around you is on fire.
There are rules you must obey, but we aren't going to tell you what they are.
turn off the tv, set the table for dinner
What's the password?
SO MUCH YES
Look over there. Act normal. Pretend we’re hanging out.
I saw them at the shops. And I’m like look look look. There’s Jason and Medea. She’s buying a Fanta. They have children. They’re happy.
We woke up and our hair and makeup were already done. Our breakups were beautiful. We fought in slow motion. We all drove amazing cars. We danced and everyone knew the steps.
It’s this perfect moment, captured in a photo from when you were seventeen.