Boring Girls(125)

It’s a bummer. Colostomy Hag got to the point where things were picking up, and we’d all worked so hard to get there, and now it’s nothing. The whole thing is spoiled. I’m sorry for Edgar. I’m sorry for Socks. The point was never to ruin anyone’s life or waste anyone’s time. The point was just revenge.

Sometimes I wish that I could have somehow stopped Fern from jumping into that crowd, even though I know there was no way back for her. But why did I feel there was a way back for me? Should I have jumped? Why do I feel like I can happily live with what I’ve done? Why do I feel such peace?

None of these questions are really meant to have answers. It’s just the stuff that cycles around in my mind. I don’t have that much else to do.

xXx





ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


I’d like to thank Crissy, Michael, Erin, Jenna, Rachel, and everyone at ECW Press for thinking this was a good story, and for helping me get it into the best possible form; Nathaniel Radmacher for holding my heart and my hand; Jesse Grimaldi for being my number one and for catching a breeze with me; my father, Alex, and my mother, Louise, for supporting this and all my other ridiculous endeavours; my sister, Emily, who also sings and writes, inspires and supports me; Aimee Echo, Michelle Cosco, Ashley Costello, Ryann Donnelly, Kathleen Binder, Chelsea Davis, Dolores Lokas, Angela Jekums, and all the other women I have shared the stage and road with and learned so much from; everyone at Sonic for putting up with my insanity and always giving me a place to escape to; Rainbow, Mike, Jim, and Owen for filling me with both rage and love and redefining “family”; and Lance, because I wouldn’t have written this without him. Thank you.