all, her

She was teat-ro and sometimes I really missed her; she reminded me of mom

who always told me how hard she tried and how good she felt; and how it is that she was

and also she was a unicorn people said; and it was so colorful to be that way

But then I got really despondent and realized that everything mom said she was

what I was waiting to grow into; and in her system only her could be like that: there

couldn’t be any more unicorns; all the images of unicorns, she said were her; all her

So while on herring; I realized I couldn’t like mom, anymore.

I didn’t like mom, that’s it; that’s not something other people could understand about me;

and so I grew

distant from others except for the herring,

My best friend said she really likes yellow tart drinks; and so that’s how…