"I miss the idea that if I wanted to go and... be normal... I could. I could go to a fucking high school baseball game in the school colors and cheer on the captain-- who is said ex boyfriend, by the way-- while my girlfriends tittered away about how hot so-and-so is. I could, if I wanted to, volunteer at a no kill shelter or have a kick ass kegger while my parents are out of town. I could join a fucking bowling league, or go get my nails done or ... Jesus Christ, pretend to be losing my virginity on prom night." She laughed at how ridiculous she sounded. At how ridiculous all those activities sounded. They were still ridiculous, even if she missed the idea that she could if she wanted, even if she never wanted. Maybe she was the ridiculous one.
"I guess you're right. I don't miss people, because I never liked them in the first place. I guess I just miss... being on the fringe. There's no more fringe. We're it. The fringe is probably rotting upstairs in their beds."