Dear Alice,
I'm writing you this while taking a break from studying for
Terrorism--an obscenely boring class taught by a blisters-and-
mothballs-flavored feminist. It's the kind of class where I keep
thinking it's about to get interesting and instead it veers into the
depths of the monotonous and mundane....
I can hear strange noises from the hallway which I think are
my father's snores. It's weird , living back at my parents' house.
Keep telling myself it's temporary, but temporary until when?
Like, is there a magical age at which I will wake up one
morning and not even notice or care when my momm calls me
fat or my dad tells his entire office entourage all the
intimate details of my latest mental malady? Clearly it hasn't
happened yet and I'm afraid that if I go on living here that
day will never come. I've always been really young for my
age [what am I now--25 going on 16?] but it seems like this
last year I've actually been going backwards.Do you ever
feel like that? Does it start going forwards again, eventually?