Status Updates From Americanitis

“Look How Good I Look”: I didn’t want to go to that party, that I wanted to stay home, because Andrew had just decided to stop kissing me, that I wanted to read Giovanni’s Room for the fourth time and cry until I woke up to start crying again because goddamn why didn’t Andrew want to kiss me anymore

OK you caught me. I like when boys smell like cigarettes.
Tell me the story of your favorite city after midnight.

Oh my god, the title poem. 🤯