And just so you know, I don’t use the word “hate” lightly. I reserve it for seriously detestable things. Like those people on the news channels who yell over each other. And commercials that are 47 times louder than the show they interrupted. And black jelly beans.
Once upon a time I was a blogger who loved writing and was on her way to super stardom. Well. Not really “super” stardom. Okay fine, not even stardom – but I had over a thousand followers . That’s like twice the population of Stagecoach, Texas.
They love. They hate hate. They long for the same utopia I longed for at their age. Thoughts that faded as I grew older and reality began to tear at the fabric of my dreams.
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