hello, you.

breathe it in. sit with the feeling. any plans this weekend? please find the agreement attached. let me know if you have any questions. have you met yourself? get in line, soldier. our plans fell through. have you looked into therapy? i find that it helped heal my inner child. i saw this thing on tiktok. let me google it. have you read this piece in the new yorker? can’t believe you still shop at SHEin - it’s child slavery. i haven’t caught up with you in so long, what’s up? i met this guy on tinder. i started pilates. i take collagen now. i haven’t felt something real in 4 years. i want to quit my job - can you get me a plastic straw please for the love of god. i cry myself to sleep every night thinking of your face staring back at me with a dismayed apprehension. i want someone to appreciate all the work i do every day to stay alive - i laugh when my dreams ask me if i’m real. i’m not, i haven’t been for years. are you self aware? snap out of it. buy another face mask. self care! the commodification of the female body is in direct connection with its abundant and careless depiction as an object to be used and discarded. edit and discard, save your draft. please note that i will be out of office until Friday, for emergencies please hesitate to contact me at - i never feel at peace. i’m never alone. i consume constantly. name a hobby, i can’t think straight. queer thoughts and musings. i wanna start a cult. i never want to be inside a hospital again. get over yourself. you think, therefore you shop. consumer culture fuels me. fuel’s expensive. rent’s expensive. zara t-shirts are expensive. i think of us. i think of war and famine and homelessness. reality tv makes the thoughts stop. my own inability to produce originality is astounding. i could have stolen this. i am not one person, i am everyone i have ever met or followed. how many likes can i get - you should post more selfies, that’s why you don’t have a boyfriend. 

you’re so pretty, if only you were interesting.