Told Sophie I crashed at a cousin’s. I was three streets over with a man whose Instagram I still can’t find. Mia wants payment in the form of me doing her laundry. Fair.
Category: Confessions
I tell on myself first. The texts I should not have sent, the names I forgot, the mornings I still wore last night. Honesty is messy. That is the point, and the traffic.
He said the light was better at his. It wasn’t. The pictures were though. I posted two. Cropped his face.
Didn’t know he had one until the request popped up. She watched it twice. I left it up. If he wanted privacy he shouldn’t have taken me to Soho.