love, X

Note: Oh God, this started out as a prompt from the previous week than I forgot about it…its a little confusing, yes I know, but if you listen to “pleasexanny” by Chase Atlantic, then you may get it…

There will be another part eventually!

Hope yall like this…

My apartment?

Ha. Funny.

Like I actually own anything of my own.

She walks around, getting grabbed by people like it's nothing.

It's interesting.

It's her apartment not mine. Why am I here?

Maybe it's because Iamwaytoosadtobeonmyown.

Catch that? No? This girl and I are on the same frequency, that's why. Nothing I say

Will

Ever

Make

Sense

Ever.

Did I mention…ever?

Oh sorry. Just a little scatterbrained right now. And always. I'm tired.

I should sleep but who's going to watch the kid?

The kid, what kid?

I’m not sure anymore.

This girl, I met her on the street, so it's weird that we are even friends.

She breaks up my relationships and breaks my fucking heart.

But I can't stop seeing her, feeling her, knowing her.

I even want to be her because being me is just too hard at this point, but she flows. She vibes, she's everything that everyone wants, she gets shared by everyone, that must be exhausting.

Shared, I would love to be shared, I mean with the looks I get from these girls, but I only want one. 

Her.

She goes around, whispering things in people's ears, trying to make them feel better. I remember what Molly did to me. Lied to me.

Messed up my life.

But my friends introduced me to someone I will never forget.

What do I tell my parents? How do I tell my family-

She's mine.

And her name?

Xanny.