My Favorite Stalker, or Something Like That.
Inhale. Exhale. Existential dread ensues. Get up. Change clothes. Run out the door and pray I make it to class on time. It’s the beginning of yet another day full of social and academic responsibilities that I did not sign up for. (Except I guess I did when I enrolled in college. It’s FINE.) I constantly remind myself, I have to work through all of the tedious and difficult tasks thrown at me in order to earn the life that I want. Good days or bad, they all add up to achieving my greatest goal: becoming a successful, godly woman. As I’m making my way to class, thinking about the future, I do not feel Her behind me. Creeping up on me silently, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. One second, everything is fine. The next? She’s latched Herself onto me and I can’t shake Her off. Her name is Annie. She loves me, but I do not love Her. She follows me everywhere. When I go to sleep, She is there. When I wake up, She is there, though usually...