I am expendable.
But it's alright, really.
I'm putting all of my faith in the fact that New York will hopefully expunge all of those commiserating thoughts that bounce around in my head. I will come back revitalized, restored, fortified! Which may sound like a very expensive bottle of water, but it's something.
"So, where is your boyfriend tonight?"
"Non- existent."
"Oh, why is that?"
"Boys and I don't mesh very well."
"Oh, you mean you're a lesbian?"
"Yeah, that's it."
I didn't mean to lie, it's just easier that way.
Post. Script. I am not a lesbian.
