As if on cue, I was at a similar impasse. Things had burned too hot and too fast, once again, and I had been too much, too present, not filtered or controlled enough. But I couldn't help these things. They all made for wonderful affairs. My endless desire to be satiated, my perpetual boredom, my lack of impulse control. I was the girl that was almost impossible to forget, but even more impossible to sustain. And I had no plan on changing this. I still believed that every urge I had deserved to be satisfied. And if one person couldn't do that for me, then someone else could. Being single I could deal with, but I refused to be diminished. Shock me, please. It may be self destructive, but I'd rather be memorable than monotonous.
My phone screen was cracked again, because of course. It rarely wasn't, to be honest. A metaphor to my life.
Nikki, age 24
* This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.