true story.

I am obsessed with the personal essays on nerve.com. This is an excerpt I particularly fancy about breaking up with your first love:


That summer, we had long conversations in the front seat of his car, him staring out the window while my face contorted, flushed purple, and bubbles of snot popped in my nose. It's a mean cosmic coincidence that at the moment you are feeling most vulnerable, sad, scared, and angry, you also look the most stupid.