On days when Isora wanted to die I felt like I wanted to die too. According to Isora, the best way to do it was to fill the bathtub all the way to the top with hot water and then slash your wrists. Sometimes I wondered how she knew so much stuff I didn’t know, and then I got sad because I didn’t have a sadness of my own—my sadness was the same as Isora’s except inside my body. It was kind of like a fake sadness, like two copies of the same sadness, like a knock-off sadness. That was me. I had no real reason to be sad, so I just made one up.
