Split Personailty

With the final couple words, I finish my essay with a decent conclusion. I’m proud of myself. It might not be my best piece, but it’s something. I worked pretty hard. I read it over for any spelling mistakes and I fix the occasional comma or grammar error. I could’ve maybe done better, but it works. I hope it’s factual enough for my teacher. It’s still the beginning of the school year, so I don’t know her too well. Maybe she’s super into feminism and would’ve liked to see what I thought of Emily’s influence on female writers after her time. Well, anyhow, I’m done, and it’s over. I am really bored, though. I really want to call someone and talk to someone. I could call my best friend, Lena. I could also call my boyfriend, Milo. I could talk to either one right now, really.