Her page was simple. Her writing was sad. It held a lot of heart, a lot of truth and it was something else. She was not afraid to say what was on her mind and it was obvious she was going through tough times.
I respected her honesty and transparency even though I barely knew her. She seemed to understand what it means to hate someone for what they have done, but at the same time, that through everything, you can still love someone. That is powerful. It’s never a good idea to go after somebody with active baggage, but sometimes you can’t help but wonder.