SONG RECOMMENDATION: Cinnamon by Lana del Rey
It's morning but I’m still curled under my heavy blankets, the glow of my laptop screen the only light in the room. The article should be everywhere by now. My phone is buzzing non-stop outside my little fortress but I don't touch it.
Comments should keep pouring in like acid yet each one burned me like acid.
“Fake bitch.”
“Ruined a good guy’s reputation for clout. To think I trusted you."
“Hope the team sues you.”
"This b***h should be expelled forever."
The list is endless when my fingers can't take it anymore so they pick up the phone.
My thumb scrolls numbly. I knew this would happen. I told myself I could handle it.
Hurricane Hailey, right? But reading it in real time feels different especially when I'm the one who's wrong.
Ev
