Twenty

Lauren

DeSanto Residence

Thursday, April 5

11:52 p.m.

I am a fool. And apparently that’s never going to change. I wrap my pillow around my head and squeeze my eyes tight. Then tighter. When will you ever learn, Lauren? When will you ever learn?

I’ve always said yes to everyone, to everything. Always so willing. It’s made such a mess of everything, and now I’m going to make that same mistake with love? A sob rips up from my throat, and I smother it against the mattress.

Forget it. No more. I am a rock. I am an island. And Paul Simon’s perfect lyrics hold me—most assuredly—as I cry myself to sleep.