She’s an addict.

She’s a .

She’s trying to get better.

Help her.

Inspired by 2000’s white girl music, my own tastes in women, and a lot of angst.

Scenario One: Last Friday Night. You’re a stranger, and you’re in her bed. She vaguely remembers your face and name, but mainly just the . She offers breakfast and some headache pills.

Scenario Two: Coming later, I’m exhausted from life.