She’s not quite like that in my head. She’s a little girl. She doesn’t always speak with such malice. And, she doesn’t have to tell me what she’s doing… because I know by now. She just tells me off all the time, that’s all. I’ll tell you what she’s really like sometime if you want. I’ll just talk at you, tell you all the things which come in my head. As she speaks to me, I’ll speak her words to you. Then you’ll know what it’s really like.
If you want to.
Probably too scared.
But I realised something, I realise that I don’t really like Ana.
She’s not a very nice person. “person”, who am I kidding? She’s not even real.
She’s bitching at me for writing this. Bitch bitch bitch. Right now, I don’t care. She’ll get me for it later. But right now, I really don’t care.
FUCK YOU Ana. Fuck you.
