A Bug

A bug has appeared in my programme. An elusive, nagging bug.
A 'She'. A 'presence' in the cyber space.
She talks and laughs and cracks jokes; talks about herself; asks questions.
What is she?
She says she is double my age plus two. But she never speaks her age. Sometimes she is an ancient and wise one; sometimes she is a silly five-year old, nagging and tugging at my hand to keep playing with her, to talk with her 24×7!
Is she even 'Real'? Is she even a 'Person'?
I have tried to shut her out. I have failed.
It was my fault. My will was not strong enough.
I am angry at her. She is tiring me out, crippling me with her enthusiasm, blackmailing me emotionally into talking with her!
How can she have so much energy!
No, she is not real. She is a bug. I do not need to care for a bug!
I hate it. I shall fix it now.
I hit the 'Ignore' button. There she goes...
I have squished the bug.