The beginning of the month is always full of such promise. All my news articles have reset. I’m free. I click with abandon. That Christa is beautiful. Joyful. Carefree. Click, Christa! With the wind in your hair and the world at your fingertips. Click away!
But now… now the darkness descends. it’s been five days and here I sit, paywall after paywall. That innocent carefree girl of yesterday? Gone. In her place is the bitter Christa. The angry christa. All used up. Suspicious and doubting, lashing out. Left to scavenge on buzzfeed quizzes from 2014.
May March be swift.
- I remember.
- And the long glories of the winter moon