I wish people liked me the way they say they do. Sometimes I don’t think I’m a floater friend, I think I am friendless. Which I know isn’t true. At least when I’m not…here. Because I made a mistake. I thought leaving was a permanent thing. And then I got stuck. Back in my hometown. It sounds stupid. But after graduation a year ago, I ghosted pretty much… everyone. A part of me knew they weren’t my people. I knew I was meant for more. But to them, I just kind of look like… a dick. I’m not a float