Before entering Joaquin's house I always reminded myself that this wasn't exactly where I was meant to be, but pit stops are okay on the road of life, aren't they? I thought of myself as some kind of spy, undercover as a girl with low self-esteem, bringing back detailed intelligence reports on the dark side for girls with boyfriends who looked like lesbians and watched Friday Night Lights with them while eating takeout. They could have their supportive relationships and typical little love stories. I'd be Sid and Nancy-ing it up, refusing to settle for the status quo. I'd be cool.