I AM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND OVER HOW LITTLE I MATTER IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS.
–haven't clicked a selfie in a week and now it's like I don't exist. no, your email did not find me well, in fact fuck you Janice. every day, these blue boxes pop up like whispers, like they're trying to remind me—what? "important update"? "new feature"? do I need to respond? sometimes I think I could live in these empty boxes, curl up, close the tab on the whole world, but instead, I watch my unread count climb like a meter on a time bomb. maybe, someday, I'll get brave enough to leave them unread forever, to watch my own name slip quietly out of their inboxes, a blank that no one can ever quite fill. but who am I kidding? They'd replace me in exactly two business days, like– like I was just another unopened message.
Veda Villiers (she/her), 23, is passionate about speculative fiction and poetry that probes the complexities of the human experience. By day, she’s stuck in the soul-sucking grind of Big Finance; by night, she’s tweeting her thoughts at @VedaVilliers on X (formerly Twitter).