It was either today or yesterday, or maybe it was last week, I can’t remember. But I can remember baking cakes and icing cupcakes to put in his locker and blowing up balloons to fill up his car. And it feels weird that his birthday passed without me even knowing, but I’m so glad.
Lately I’ve been thinking about what my life would be like if I hadn’t moved from Pittsburgh to Roanoke when I was younger. I could be sitting on a leather couch in Crafton right now, wearing jeans from Buckle and hot pink acrylic nails, texting my boyfriend who was a wrestler in high school but is now just an alcoholic.
If I go to class after the gym tomorrow do you think people will think “oh, what a cool girl who just exercised and is sexy” or “why does that girl look like she just gave birth?” ?