Just Bonnie

I’ve started telling people I’m addicted to Instagram Stories, which is both true and a convenient lie. The reality is I spend my evenings on the couch watching trash TV with my thumb ready to skip through everyone else’s content.

McFit girl again? Skip. YouTuber and her boyfriend? Skip. That one who’s always making out even though her own boyfriend watches these stories? Skip, skip, and skip again.

But Bonnie Strange. That’s the only person I actually watch.

I can’t explain it. How she carries herself. Her humor. Something about her. There’s just no one else. I want to be her best friend, her secret lover, her proud wife all at once. Her Stories are sweet and funny and genuinely hot, hitting in a way nothing else does.

I’ve been collecting screenshots, some of which definitely shouldn’t exist, and I’m aware that I’m basically the person who needs stalker rehab. But first, let me share all this incriminating evidence anyway. Bonnie, I love you.