I'm a Fan: A Novel

by Sheena Patel

I am filled with poison, hissing at her with frustration. Why the fuck did she come back to my room.

This is so ICK

I think white people are wild for how they will have an acute empathy for anything bar actual melanated human beings.

lol

I cry and thank her and think this will make him be with me, this powder.

Girl....

Kajal rings my mother after a few weeks and says we cannot contact her anymore, it’s getting to be too much, she’s done all she can for us and not to call her anymore.

NOT THE PSYCHIC BEING OVER YOU TOO