The secret is white space. But the secret has always been white space. That space between spaces, the space between words, the space between people, the space between things that need to be separated and between the things that don't – that's the secret.

Aha! 😁

For extra irony, that bit's not even about self-loathing. Self-loathing is one of the few negative self reflective emotions that I generally don't write about.

Interesting that I automatically assumed she felt dirty, because of her newfound expertise. Even more interesting I imposed judgment on your character assuming she would have self loathing in a position of prostitution. I guess that shows how I would feel, if I was a prostitute. Strangely, I am not sure of her profession now. Lol
Another weird thing, I just now realized -thanks to this silent psychology crap (it’s not crap and I am not sure if you realize that you are even doing it) I do not associate “dirty” with negatives. So Who is the judge in my imaginary world?
🤔oh crap is it you? Are you holding a little

I can’t stalked. I'm everywhere. Everywhere you are, that's where I am. I've been there the whole time. Every time you look behind you, I just left. Every place you leave something and go back to find it, I left a little tag. You can't stalk me. I'm already there.

I have no idea where you are. I guess you are fast. I do know that so far you don’t say stuff unless it is true, so maybe I am confused. Yes. I am confused.
Thanks for pointing out the rebellious Burroughs Who I never knew of. I may never figure out the thing about where you are, and when I look you just left etc etc etc.

Oh! 🤭🤫 Ok, maybe I know. 🏃🏼‍♀️I shall go test my theory.🏃🏼‍♀️ I hope I am right so I don’t need to spend hours scouring over the texts of my life to find wtf you meant by that last part.