Over the next several weeks, I was more motivated to work than ever. I wanted to be in her face as much as possible as a constant reminder of what a horrid thing she did. I wanted to think of myself as the walking dead in her eyes. IcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavedied. But I didn't, no…
Death Became Me
