I am doubly furious and disgusted now. I can’t stand to think about you or us or what just happened. I can’t believe you’re just going to go out to your party like that’s important to you.

God how I wish I could talk to you sometimes.

I hate the way things are now, I hate the way we act about each other. I just can’t stand it. It’s so horrible and stiff and fake, and I’m so full of resentment and anger and I can’t tell if it belongs to you or if I just put it there.

Alyssa Greenberger was a strange case. As first she was just risible, sending dippy notes to my boyfriend Misha in the History class they shared – she was hungry, said one of the notes Misha showed me. She wanted pizza.

Ne me obsess pas Ne me obsess pas Ne me play Barbara Streisand, ne Patsy Cline, ne Nina Simone Ne me watch movies where people kiss Ne me think about you until I burn holes in things