Just read her blog and I remember how I did not exactly trust her. Well maybe I should not use the word trust. I'll say, I thought she had motives that she refused to confess, even when confronted. I never got the answers to my questions but I truly believe that my intuitions were right. They could be wrong. I don't know. I am almost tempted to text her and bluntly ask her. Instead, I put my phone down. No need to rustle feathers. It is pointless. Yet still, I have to know if was right. Just knowing that I read her and the situation correctly. Again, why in the heck should I care now. After all of this time, it makes no matter to me. But it does, because if I didn't care, I wouldn't be thinking or writing about it. Well at least I am not obsessing over it like I was at first.
But why? Why did I read her blog. Initially, I thought it would give me some type of inspiration or move me into a direction to write my own blog. (not what I imagined). Instead, I remembered all of the old feelings and ideas from when her writings were published. -_-
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