I cut my own hair and told everyone that I liked it. I spent too much time looking in the mirror, posing in teenage swagger and reflecting in my pathetic vanity. I loved any boy with lip piercings and messy hair.
I would force myself to talk. I would have one child, then five. When they played video games I would stand behind them and wish that I was living inside the television. Later, when I sat up in bed and stared at the lump of my spouse’s body under the covers, I would realize that I already was. I was already living inside the television.