How To Start A Fire , by Lisa Lutz.

Just as an update from my last SNS post: I left for a week,he was supposed to too, but he apparently had more going on.

My school had a rule that shorts had to be past your fingertips. I had to work in the office as a TA. It was my first class of the day, I had missed maybe 3 classes and was nearing graduation, the receptionist (whom was not my advisor, used to call in sick on the regular) told my mom that I might not graduate based on…

Thank you for this. He has been calling my family and his, convincing them that I’m a drunk. The only person that believes me is my mom, mostly cuz she came over after he lost his shit last night and found me sober.

This is in the grays, and I’m not wearing my glasses, so it might be a little funky.