Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read

anxiety. because of course, because by now we’re old friends. but she’s changing. lately she has a pixelized face with filler filled lips and blonde hair. she’s stopped calling me in advance and started jumping out on me from behind the sofa, whispering about me even when I know she’s there. she’s got an LA accent, even though I know she’s never been. she's in my phone, always, on my laptop, her raised eyebrows watching me type and erase type and erase. it’s what she does best. what I do best. and she’s in…

