I know it happens to every big writer.

But- I feel so betrayed.

By the world, I guess.

And I’m not used to being big.

When my writing was small…

I know I didn’t make much money…

I had such a beautiful, supportive, community going on, and I never realized how much that meant. And how much I really needed that.

I never said thank you.

I know those people are still here,

But now there are millions…

Watching my community’s every move.

And I’m not used to people who don’t really care about my work.

Who don’t support me every step of the way.

I don’t know…

Maybe…

I miss being small.