Every Year

The season’s here. Every year the exact same thing—girls getting remade on camera, the internet screaming about tits and drama, and I’m sitting here too. Tessa’s my favorite so far. There’s a blonde I wanted further who’s made it through another round.

What I’m actually watching for is the moment someone breaks completely. Not the fake tears—the real thing. Throwing up during bungee jumping. A genuine meltdown before they can edit it out. It’s a garbage reason to care about a show like this, but it’s why I tune in.

I’m at the window when I look up from the screen and see my reflection in the glass. Idiot.