It started with a simple friend request on Facebook, and it ended with him saying we were married in God’s eyes and him sending me death threats for being unfaithful to him.
While the stalking happened for a year or so, I didn’t realize I’d been being stalked for a long time or realize why for even longer.
The beauty in reading isn’t in the stats or number of books/pages read. It’s always been in the beauty of the pages, in transformation, and in wonder. So whether you read one book or one hundred, I hope you found joy in your reading, and know that no matter how much or how little you read, the numbers don’t really matter.
You are nothing. You are too much. Nobody wants to hear from you. Nothing you say matters. Nobody. Wants. To. Hear. From. You. It’s the harmony of different voices and different people over the years crystalizing into one overwhelming crescendo.
Stop! My internal scream leaves everything silent. My own thoughts deaden. The crescendo abruptly halts. I matter. My voice matters.
Excerpt: A lot of people have written about the implosion of Twitter. What strikes me the most is the forced expulsion.
Half Drafted 