I won’t clap for your stories.

[Response] I can put myself in your shoes and sorry you felt all that in the first place. As a rebellion to your catchy title, I gave you 50 claps –hoping to provide claps you wanted but never got. In life, the hook can be the 1,000 claps and then it’s like really good drug. I’m from LA: never tried bad drugs so can’t say. Then what? Then, on the other side there are *no claps* and what of that?

I can only speak for myself: my mighty awesomeness comes from the rumbling within.

Thank you for sharing your vulnerability. ♥️