“It’s not a joke. I’m sorry I haven’t been totally honest with you about this, but you can see why I wasn’t. There’s no way in hell you would’ve ever been my friend if you knew I was a closet nerd.” I wait for her to argue, or to tell me something encouraging like, “You’ll always be my peep. No worries!” But she doesn’t. She doesn’t say anything. I leave before I really start crying. Now I know how it feels when your best friend is embarrassed by you. Karma’s a bitch.
