Introvert Shaming: Halloween Edition
Nov 2 · 4 min read

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…

