Saturday, September 3, 2011

homecoming queen

"I'm a bad frieeeeeend!" I sob.

"Calm down."  

"I'm sorry I ruined your night." 

I look up at Sara. She's holding me like a cat. I haven't seen her in months and just barged into her apartment in a sad, drunk, panicked crisis. She strokes my hair.

"It's ok."

"I'll stop crying."

"You don't have to."

"I'm gonna throw up."

I run to the bathroom and hit her door.

"Watch your head!"

Between hugging the toilet and choking on tears I spot a blanket in the dirty laundry. With all the strength I have, I wrap it around myself and decide to sleep on the floor.

"Get up, Tea. I've made my bed for you." 

Berlusconi may be leaving Italy-but I'm ready for another year-of shitty drama, feeling terrible and making my friends take care of me.

"I'm glad I'm back."

"Me too."


  1. I really am glad ur back...*

  2. At least you party and have fun, med school is way worse.

  3. i look forward to reading your year of shitty drama & feeling terrible... i meant that in a nice way!