Sasha was getting paranoid. She wondered if anyone had found her blog and read it. She supposed it was unlikely, but still possible, so she took some actions to protect her anonymous identity. But she was still anxious.
Most of what she wrote was fiction but every once in a while there was a morsel of truth hidden in there.
She confided in her friend Justine, or tried to, on her voicemail since Justine was with Dominic, supposedly helping him move, but who knows what they were doing?
Sasha ate beef tacos for lunch. They weren’t great. She was stressed again about her living situation and other things. Francisco was away in Alabama for a few days visiting his friend and Sasha didn’t miss him. She was excited to see Patrick and another guy at a church party on Thursday.
But would they even be there?
Combinations of thoughts filled Sasha’s brain and she didn’t know what she wanted but decided that was okay for now.
She felt Francisco’s love from afar. She felt he loved her… sometimes.
Lately, she wondered what she even wanted in a partner. Sometimes the spontaneous thing worked, sometimes it let her down and created anxiety. But she couldn’t think of what else she might want or how to create another situation.
Life on life’s terms.
Justine’s birthday was next week and Sasha figured she’d be with Dominic, in his hot tub, then swimming in his pool.
Francisco had said he’d have a late lunch with Sasha that day, but she wasn’t sure what she wanted. Two people who don’t know what they want: a perfect storm.
She wrapped up some gifts for Justine and left them in the corner of her room. The only wrapping paper she had was a Christmas designed one, which she hated, but figured Justine wouldn’t mind.
She also bought Justine a cake and decorated it. White frosting with blue letters saying “Happy 32nd Justine. Love Sasha”.
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