Love Letters to a Serial Killer

by Tasha Coryell

went out for brunches that cost twenty-five because brunch was the main and only joy in my life.

When I slept with a man and he stopped contacting me, I always had to wonder if I were thinner, prettier, better, would he love me?

Don’t we all…

It had been years since anyone had used the word “girlfriend” in reference to me. It was so taboo that I thought of it almost as a slur.

I might be Hannah. For all her flaws.... SHe is me

Additionally, much of the book was a rip-off of Twilight,

This is me

All the moments in which I have loved myself most have been through someone else’s gaze.