We all have someone we admire. Growing up, I spent my weekdays in agony inching towards Friday afternoon. I would be shuttled to my dad's house. Circumstances being what they were, I spent nearly all weekend with the other neighborhood children. That's how I met her.
Introducing The Players
Sal-Me. Lost, genderless, angry, inhuman, ugly, monster. Age 9 when the story begins.
Alicia-Her. Elegant, refined, cute, sweet, delicate, perfect, broken. Age 10 when the story begins.
Elias-Her brother. Rough-and-tumble puppy sort, just as cute, not so broken. Age 7 when the story begins.
Angel-My "imaginary" friend. A source of endless frustration.
Also featuring: Dad, Noise, Mr. Scarecrow, Kanga, Junior, Loaves 1 and 2, Rose, Quartz,
What To Expect
This blog will be autobiographical, but perhaps a bit fanciful. Details I do not recall will be embellished, and the truth will be bent in the interest of storytelling.
This is a story about love, and also about growing up, and about belonging.
This is an exorcism. Maybe by writing this I can get my temporal homesickness out of my system.
This is a transformation. Watch as my analysis brings me from malformed beast to sweet, innocent girl. I will not be using trigger warnings, but there will be mention of self-injury and eating disorders and abuse. Read at your own risk.
