I don't really know what kind of person she is. That's the problem.

[Lina might as well have continued being honest, and this was the kind of thing that, if she could afford therapy, she'd be talking to a therapist about. but instead, it was Jen. sorry.]

She flirts with me and she's cute. [her eyes focused on some nondescript spot on the floor.] And when you spend every day feeling like a drain on everybody you talk to, it's easy to give yourself ideas as soon as somebody shows even a little interest in you. I put my own ideas into my own dumbass head about what she's like.

[that was. also a lie, but not as complete of one, and really Lina was aware enough of her own bullshit at this point that she knew when she was back on it.]

I still want to try.