I was talking to one of my imaginary friends today.
I was telling him what I do.
I called it "passive aggressive love poetry"
I think that fits pretty well.
I mean, I do plenty.
I do a million more things than I used to.
I know I'll probably do a million more.
I write passive aggressive love poems.
I own my own world.
I made myself the pretty parcel of identity I am now.
I may not be self-sufficient, but I am something.
I have imaginary friends still.
I am eighteen years old.
I am what I am.
I am happy with everything, right now.
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