"coming home meant coming down. It was easier to stay up. I'd return to piles of bills and an empty refrigerator. Buying groceries I'd get lost - too many aisles, too many choices: cool mist blowing over fresh fruit; paper or plastic; cash back in return? I wanted emotion but I couldn't find it here, so I settles for motion.
Out at night, weaving through traffic, looking for trouble, I'd lose myself in crowds. Gaggles of girls with fruit colored drinks talked about face products and film production. I'd see their lips move, look at their snapshot smiles and highlighted hair. I didn't know what to say. I'd look down at my boots and see bloodstains."
Anderson Cooper knows how to write, and it's not because I'm obsessed with him. This book is so incredible, who wants to read it next? Oh and I got accepted to teach pre school in Ghana in September. My mum is a little freaked out about me disappearing to Africa for a while so I'm looking into Cambodia too. Regardless, I'm going...I need this.
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