Oh hey there, middle school.
and i eat men like air.
Grappling with the idea of temporal permanence, all the while the world is waiting to be saved on the next line.
Our young protagonist is a surprisingly genuine social justice advocate whose dedication to anthropology and sociology converts her naive excitement into bitter, aged acceptance day by day.
She enjoys finding a half smoked camel at the bottom of a pack, movies where the good guy gets ahead, stealing your pleather bomber jacket, and insomnia.
(i got 99 problems and they all bitches)
