I'm very polite by nature, even the voices in my head let each other finish their sentences.

I'm looking into my past lives. I'm convinced some of them still owe me money.

The stalker, meanwhile, stepped into the road. Didn’t even check for traffic. There wasn’t any, but something told me this was lucky for traffic rather than the stalker.

Instead of heading for a big mental breakdown, I decided to have a small breakdown every Tuesday evening.

Sadly, my socks are like snowflakes, no two are exactly alike.

I shouted the perfect words to scare him off. It was just the delivery (and only the delivery) that made me sound like a twelve-year-old girl with pee running down her leg.
I felt dirty and stupid.