An Open Letter To The Girl Carried Out On The Stretcher Last Night
Please don’t ever talk to those people again.
Please don’t ever talk to those people again.
Hi. You don’t know me, but I know you. Kind of.
After dozing off my post-party binge drink, I woke up to the sounds of you screaming. Your wails could be heard outside from several houses down, and it was clear something was wrong.
I woke up my husband and we both agreed that I…