Introvert Shaming: Halloween Edition

Jasmine Alleva
Nov 2 · 4 min read
Me, deciding on whether or not to go out on Halloween but then dying in the process. (Photo is not mine, but from unsplash.com)

The caramel from a Snickers bar is melted into the side of the bed where a man should be sleeping next to me. I’ve been alone for like, nine months, because the dude who used to occupy that space (only for certain hours during the day because we were NOT married, and I AM Catholic, and my mom WILL read this) decided to go double dribble in the Philippines and leave me all alone to die in the heat of California by MYSELF. I’m…

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Jasmine Alleva

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I was born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska, growing up in a warehouse in Anchorage's industrial district. Now I live in airports and stand in front of cameras.

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