I don’t get much sleep after that, though I do finish my whole sandwich, hungrier than I thought I’d be. But when I push the empty plate away I stare at the ceiling in the dark for a long time, feeling disheartened.
Honestly, what has my life become?
I’m a little glad, really, that Christian never read the emails that I sent him, because they were all…lies.
Not bald lies – not attempts to deceive. But portrayals of my life that hid all the bad parts and really made everything seem a lot rosier than it actually was. Like, I spent a lot of time over the last few months telling him about this new job I got where I was making so much money doing the thing I loved: dancing.
Of course, I omitted the fact that I was dancing nearly naked and letting guys stick my paycheck into the strap of my
