A self-love story
I’ve hated Veronica for a very long time. She is the epitome of everything I’m not. She is confident. She is extroverted. She is hilarious. She is sexy. She owns the room when she walks in.
On the flip side, she’s also a liar, a sex-crazed egomaniac, and a narcissistic asshole who thinks the world revolves around her. She makes me feel like hell in a handbasket and puts me in…