Laura Silverman

No one really cares about you—”

My stomach drops. Wait? What—

“—and no one really cares about me, and no one really cares about anyone all that much except for themselves. We’re all too focused being worried about what people think of us to spend time judging others, you know? So, like screw it. Be who you are.”

No one really cares.

Huh.

“That’s, um, weirdly comforting.”

Emily grins. “I know, right?”

“Well, still, he’s acting like complete . . .”

“Basura,” we say in unison, sharing an our people were colonized by the same assholes smile.