Well now, you’ve just made me angry.

There is something awfully unsettling about feeling so angry, yet having nobody in particular to direct such sentiments.

Like…when your identity is stolen, twice in a span of 18 months.

There are some days where I just want to roll around and love on the internet, the audience, and all the exposure. Like a stupid, but irritatingly cute puppy.
There are other days, like this one, where I wish I could just click an enormous “ERASE” button, and be forgotten. Left without a trace.

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