I don’t know why I borrow words from people I’m close to, like I’m collecting pieces of them. Katy once said I change my personality to match whoever I like, but maybe it’s not that deep. Maybe I just steal bits of everyone around me because I don’t have a solid thing that’s mine yet.
“Do you think my Botox is bad?” Mum cuts in, completely derailing my thoughts. I blink. Of all the things, she still remembers that?
“No,” I say quickly. “I was just… pissed that day.” A complete lie, but I’m not about to tell her her face barely moves anymore and when she cries, she looks like an emotional alien. “You look really beautiful.”
She giggles and I hear liquid pouring into a glass on her end. Great. She’s settling in and definitely not stopping anytime soon.
“Thank you for being honest with me
