You hurt me yesterday. You hurt me real bad. You didn’t kill me but I definitely have a limp today. I’m not mad though. Well, yeah, actually I am mad, but I am channeling my frustration into my NaNoWriMo project. I’m writing a book that I’m pretty sure will make a lot of political and historical stuff more clear. If you read it. The best part is that the book is about political definitions and historical examples and not about your side or my side. Yay! This will benefit us all. I promise. If you read it. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you for really upsetting me yesterday, you have given me new focus and determination to finish my book. It’s like, when people have to complete impossible feats because their family has been kidnapped and will be killed if they don’t. This is a lot like that. You kidnapped my optimism and are threatening to kill my hope- so I WILL finish this book to prevent that from happening. Thanks for the motivation.
Girl on the Contrary
P.S. Even if you kill my hope it won’t really die because my hope is like a zombie.