How did this happen?
It's like one minute,
I'm so sad about how no one ever likes me,
and the next minute,
we're snuggling together under the blankets on the couch in my shed
while my parents are out at dinner.
Who am I?
When I think of myself,
I never imagine having guts to do that kind of stuff.
I always imagine that it would be awkward
to do anything that the girls who have boyfriends do.
But with him,
it's so real.
I swear I don't know anyone more real.