I don't want to be your manic pixie dream girl or otherwise I don't want you to like my writing because you want to f** me I want you to want to f** me because you like my writing thinking a lot about being a girl on the internet / breaking me cult of online personalities all so carefully manicured / curated thinking what it means when a stranger says I'm their muse thinking what it means when a stranger tells me when they jerk off to my profile photos identity as masturbation fantasy what is the point of sharing intimacies with someone who will cash out suddenly what is the sense what purpose did I serve it is not important but why would you think I could serve a purpose at all and why would I be complicit