She grins at me, her eyes shining. “Oh, how was your little sex party thing, by the way?” “Okay.” “Cool.” “I mean, it was super lame,” I add. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that again. Ever.”

......two chapters ago you was just talking about how fun it was. you're so fake.

I don’t like Samantha, she’s a doormat. I get why Ava’s mad at her—ditching your best friend for a group (the Bunnies) you supposedly hate is weird. But at the same time, Ava could actually explain why she’s upset instead of going no contact for two weeks like they aren’t both grown women. And on top of that, Sam could just ask why Ava disappeared instead of pretending nothing happened when she literally had to chase Ava down just to get a conversation started.

“What do you think, Samantha?” Fosco asks me. That it’s a piece of pretentious shit. That it says nothing, gives nothing. That I don’t understand it, that probably no one does and no one ever will. That not being understood is a privilege I can’t afford. That I can’t believe this woman got paid to come here. That I think she should apologize to trees. Spend a whole day on her knees in the forest, looking up at the trembling aspens and oaks and whatever other trees paper is made of with tears in her languid eyes and say, I’m fucking sorry. I’m sorry that I think I’m so goddamned interesting when it is clear that I am not interesting. Here’s what I am: I’m a boring tree murderess.

THIS IS WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY SHE NEEDS TO SPEAK HER MIND MORE

if they were so fucking worried they would've walked you home instead of letting you take THE BUS👏🏾 AT NIGHT👏🏾 when you were drunk off your ass.

Samantha, speak your mind PLEASE. you're pissing me off with this docile shit when you HAVE the wittiness to put the cultists in their place.

She is the literal doll-pet of the other Bunnies. Sits curled in their skirted laps like a cat. Purrs when they pet her, makes hissing sounds when they stop.

girl wtf

Not the new incoming fiction writers who are laughing awkwardly by the shrimp tower.

damn what did I do. as someone who likes to write (fan)fiction and is socially awkward, I feel targeted