I Can Be a Better You

by Tarryn Fisher

Get a grip, you know? Everyone is always getting salty about the wrong things.

People said, find your tribe. But, who was my tribe, and where were they?

Happiness in his shoulders, happiness on his lips, happiness in his step. None of what he’s doing is real. I wanted to reach out and warn him that it’d all be taken from him one day. It’s just the way of things.

She snubbed them before they had the chance to snub her. Brilliant, if you ask me.

How cruel to tell someone they’re fucked up and then leave them to roast for a week.

I’m not a follower, but I’m not brave enough to be the leader either.

I cared about people even if they were annoying.

“Your guy, what’s his name?” “Ew, he’s not my guy,” I said. “Fine, that guy you married that one time … Fred?” “George,” I said. “Weasley?” “Huh?” I looked up, confused. “Yikes, not a Harry Potter fan. You lose all cool points for that.”

“Hey,” he called back. “Have you ever heard that song by Miranda Dodson,

“Try Again”?” I shook my head. “You should.”

A woman’s heart was an awful curse. She’d take him back,

but probably remind him of his failure for the rest of his life. That was the nature of forgiveness. It came with a price.

George had felt like prison right from the start. I made the best of it, but desperately wanted a way out. Tessa had a clear-cut path to freedom. People would judge her less harshly if she left her cheating husband. It was never that easy for me.

She’d call you crazy while being fucking crazy.

Pity me, I need you. I know it’s wrong, it must be wrong. But right or wrong, I can’t get along without you.

What was the truth? That love had slaughtered me? Killed my creativity?

That’s what happened when your heart broke. You remembered the good things first. The thing you’d miss. Then when the anger set in, a new reel started