I’m deadly curious.
Like mine was in seventh grade. I was pissed all my friends had theirs so I had a tantrum and hunted every “just in case” pad around my room and literally threw them at my mom. I went in the bathroom to cry, sat down to pee, and realized I started my period. I had to like shamefully go back into my mom’s room and not only apologize for assaulting her with sanitary napkins but then also ask for them back.
Ran into a girl I knew in high school. She was one of my fellow creative writing magazine editors and she had a big problem with me because I was chosen to be editor in chief our senior year.
I was finishing up a burrito at rubios IN MY PAJAMAS NO MAKEUP AND MY HAIR A HOT FUCKING MESS
she’s over at her table dressed like a fucking prom queen sitting by the door so I can’t sneak out. She just looked so self important and like proud of herself like she finally beat me
I’ll give it to her this time. Seriously if she knew the half of how sad my life has become since she knew me she would probably do backflips. The only thing I still have on her is the same hot boyfriend I had when I knew her.