She told me she loved me, and it felt foreign, frightening, fundamental. All at once, and never at all, I wanted to believe, even if I was hidden under hatred, a free gift with the magazines, that found their way into my basket, even though they hated my guts, and my eyebrows, and my…

He says he loves his girl Slim, I know it’s just a name. His hands will follow my waist, no matter how far it goes. Twenty first of May, may I have our love forever? I’m seasick, as he waves at me, I shake myself to pieces, bayside bae, and his party girl, so satisfied…