The Ghost of You
Language: en
I was born a chatterbox, and I pride myself on having a rock-solid moral compass. I’m willing to debate anyone, anytime, about anything. If you need advice or a hot take, I’m your girl. And by "anyone," I don't just mean the living. I mean the dead, too. I’ve been haunted by this brooding, clingy male ghost. Every night, he insists on being the big spoon. "Babe, why aren't you reading those affirmations today?" he whispered. Affirmations? I wasn't manifesting! My throat was just scratchy, okay?