Frustrated that I've let myself feel so wounded. We've been through this. We've been over the lines, run the plays, committed our roles to heart. We've even had the drills and all it took was one stupid, unnecessary night. What good are birthdays anyway. People get older. Are we still surprised that birthdays are an annual thing. When they're alive of course. Of course.
I actually hate you right now. I don't condone the feeling, neither am I advocating for it. But if journalism has taught me anything, it's that we have a duty to our readers, the people we serve, and honesty is at the pinnacle of where all good writing begins. You're unkind - not that you're mean. Just non-kind. And right now, I very much hate you.
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