“People befriend me because they think I’m happy. I’m not even sure why they think I’m happy, but they do. I get distracted, and I laugh, and I turn something on in myself that makes me, maybe, fun to be with. And I’m just— I want you to know up front that I’m false advertising. I don’t mean to be; I just am. I have, like, this huge misery inside me that’s really very, very unattractive, and it has to do with my abruptly broken heart but also with my brother, who is messed up possibly beyond repair.”
