Go on anon and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.
My cat has decided that my chest is a lovely place to settle down to sleep. There is absolutely no way this could go wrong.
My room where we’re staying has no air con and is like a dead zone for signal and connection. Kill me.