CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
YOU LOGGED ON
EM Holy shitballs! He’s gay? Bi? Whatever, that was just rude to make you think he might be about to propose and instead tell you he bats for the other team. Are you heartbroken? Are you crying? Do you want to talk about it? I’m assuming you don’t; otherwise you’d have a lot more to say to me. Just let me know if you want me to bad-mouth him for you. Or offer you virtual hugs and scathing comments about men who play the rebound game.
EM I got on just to tell you that my life is over. You awake? It says you’re here.
Well, since this is going to take a half hour to dictate, I’ll start. Let me know when you’re back.
I know I’ve said my life is over before, but this time I mean it. I’ll never have a life again. I’m not ever stepping foot out of this house.
