little rich white bitch.

(woker than thou and roughing it on the west side.)

She’s a lot like me (on the outside), but I don’t like her. She’s also insanely young (under 30) so I try to cut her some slack.

I see her watching me, even though I’m assuming she’s wildly unaware. She modifies my style—clothing, writing, mood, and more. Seemingly obsessive about what I’m doing, saying, wearing, posting, but mocks any materialism or sign of societal influence behind it.

She’s an east sider, like most privileged snobs in my state.