I've been anxiously awaiting your next Dark Arts post, Lightest.
For nearly a year, I woke up dreading the day would be a day ...
I would be summoned to (the "principal's) office for another emotional hacking.
Over some imagined slight or claim of rudeness that never happened. slappy
All for what? The predictable ultimate stab in the back.
I feel so gloriously free each morning I wake now.
As if a huge black cloud hanging over my life has lifted.
Last edited: Dec 28, 2015