KRIS
Good morning, everyone hates me. The cat was pawing my nose with her claws. The sun was out, plain to see even from the basement. I didn’t want to be alive, to learn what I’d done.
Verse-chorus-verse-chorus.
I put out a call on social media for a car I could borrow. This wasn’t a vacation. Justine, a band friend, got in touch. I couldn’t think straight on the streetcar up. I wanted to reach for things that proved I was alive, even if it put distance between myself and people. The part of me that was able to parse what I’d done last night wanted to injure myself in myriad ways. There’s how I felt about humiliating Gabe. There’s how scared I felt for Kendra, her crisis. But of all the people, at the forefront was Jill and my unforgivable text. How terrible I felt about that terrible
