I Love You, I HATE You

"Oh, I hate you." I thrust my fingers through my hair and pulled out the ends. The perfectly formatted manuscript, the one I've spent months of to perfect, gave me a blank stare, as if asking, "Who me?"My frustration deflated like a balloon. "I know. I know, it's not your fault. I'm wishy-washy. I loved… Continue reading I Love You, I HATE You