Hello fellow nobodies! My name is Emma. I reside peacefully in the consiousness of Ms. Anne Choi. Yes, I am calling her out to be a bit of a loony with an imaginary friend but I thought the world should meet me. I am the voice inside her head, the person she tells her stories to and the person most critical of her when she fails to write shit out.
I recently had an interesting conversation with Anne about the merits of having an imaginary friend at her age. She felt ashamed that she had no one real to hash things out with and in a lot of ways I did feel for her. She has isolated herself and theres noone left but me.
But the truth that she often forgets is that she is better off then most of you saps. She is atleast admitting her vices and is accepting of the fact that she does talk to herself.
Everyone has that little voice inside of them and much like the movie Drop Dead Fred, they all spak the same language.
So whats my point? Sometimes it will be Anne, sometimes it will be me. Either way, nothing is off topic and it will be a free for all of furious keyboard banging.
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