Death Became Me
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 … Continue reading Death Became Me