I love everyone and hate them too. I was thinking about him the other day. Not with any emotion that remotely resembled all that time ago but I like to reflect. Or hate to reflect. It’s important to me to examine my feelings, even old ones, especially when they lead to disaster.

I remember, in desperation, turning to witchcraft to find comfort and a solution. And he told me to get rid of that shit. Immediately making it seem like I was bad and he was good; I was the trickster, and he was the tricked one. I think that’s how everyone still sees it. I know I do.