I
hate who I am.
I
once tipped a cow in Iowa, only later to eat it, feeling that I had made that
girl feel infinitely lesser-than, something that was just to be a jest of a
hollow joke, something that I forever felt a fever over and throwing up, afterwards,
like something just to clean up, afterwards.
I
once held Jen, behind the pool table.
I
once told a friend that the best thing she could do was to be the worst woman
she could be. I told her that sleeping with the dude that would eventually
knock her up and leave her without even a goodbye, leaving me to pay for
the abortion, that that would be the best thing to do, given her career
aspirations & options.
I
once told someone I loved that I loved them.
