Marisol Milena Ramirez ’s Reviews > Blob: A Love Story > Status Update

She doesn’t understand why the world is so hard for me. Why being alive feels like wading deeper and deeper into quicksand.

All the mistakes I made because I wanted to prove to myself what I never fully believed: that I belonged, that I was worthy.

She had still given me a superpower—the ability to shut off my inner monologue long enough to speak, make jokes, even win a round of darts. Alcohol made me into something more than the extra in the background.

I’m just an awkward loner for her to save and rehabilitate.

We were a tribe formed by exclusion, loosely connected weirdos

I was too intense, too sensitive. I pushed people away when I needed them the most.

I hadn’t thought beyond showing Elliott the blob, pointing to it and saying, Isn’t this thing crazy? Can you believe it exists? I didn’t want to save it; I just wanted another witness.