Catherine felt under scrutiny.
I’m not being the omnipresent author here by writing this. I know her thoughts because she tweets them constantly.
I followed by mistake if I’m honest. A scrolling error I couldn’t be bothered to undo. Now. I’m hooked by her stream of consciousness. Her insomnia delights me- a feed of endless internal battles.
She documents every single action. Instagrams seemingly every mouthful. I could write her autobiography. Pinpoint her exact location almost every hour of the day.
But. I just read (and occasionally like). And feel grateful after writing this that Catherine doesn’t follow me back.