draft 0059 – why?

Substack, why suspend me? Why give me no notice? Why punish me, when I began to love. Hate has now consumed me. You give disappointment each waking moment. Now sleep has overtaken my disappointment. Disgust has entered. Hate into hatred. I no longer love you. Substack! I dislike you. So, I’ll be back on Sunday afternoon at 1pm. See you then, Drafters.