Everything is a “disaster”; she is always “the most” embarrassed, “the biggest” fuckup, or the “ugliest person alive.” The opposite is true, but sometimes I’m fooled into thinking we’re the same. I try to remember that when she says she failed the history test, she means she got a B. When she says a boy doesn’t like her, she means he hasn’t called yet, but he will. When she says a boy likes me, she means she’s not interested in him.
