I’m dating a boy that believes the world is flat like his tongue as he sips on ginger ale in his favorite restaurant that I secretly hate. He ordered pad thai and I ended up crying in the bathroom stall because suburban side glares and napkins pinned to our lap made my leg shake so much he thought I was going to faint.

It was that Saturday night that I almost drove off of the road I shook so much when I turned left, because he told me he was in love with everything I am and texted another girl with vodka lemonade on his fingertips.

But today is now Sunday and my laundry basket is starting to create its own life form and I keep over watering my plants because I don’t want them to feel lonely. All they see is a face painted girl drowning them in H2O with tears stained on the insides of her cheeks and doesn’t sleep enough.

My chemistry teacher picked me up off of the ground and carried me as I collapsed into a broken shell, when I grabbed onto his shirt and screamed as he held me like a crying baby and brought me home. I overdosed on pills and told everybody I wasn’t good at math and lost track of time. I got an A in math. I laughed it off.

My window is lacking sunlight because of all the books I have stacked upon one another to read, but I can never find the time between my shaking hands and lip stains to sit down and be at peace with myself.

A boy I used to love told me he was sorry today.

I told him to f*** off.