her: i don't understand japanese. and i don't understand her. the japanese are very small. that's how she must have snuck in while i wasn't watching. and now she stole a little piece of me. like the little pieces of me that fell off when she sat cutting my hair. fitting really. a little like samson. her last words: "you are not as strong as i thought...you are really innocent and pure."

i wish i believed her.

her (different): willing to wake up at 7 o'clock to cook me pancakes. she should have better than me. best. she said. i didn't even put that subliminal song on repeat.

i wish i believed her.

i remember being filled with just one girl. i walked around feeling as if i would burst at any moment. now i'm filled with fifteen, and i've never felt emptier.