things at school, and when I was in Vegas, well, I heard all
kinds of things there. I’m not on social media because I value
my privacy too much. In school I saw all the drama that came
from it, heard all those terrible things. There are tons of good
things too, like this. People spreading positive messages, but I
/> know all the hateful comments are going to come pouring in.
All the judgement from screen warriors or keyboard warriors
or whatever they’re called. People who just sit there and bully
others online because it’s easy and empowering for them in
some sick way and because they can. Aren’t you terrified of
that? Of seeing it and reading it? Could you turn the comments
off?”
Adalynn had gone over all those concerns herself before she
posted the video. “I could have,” she admitted, “but I felt like
that would have been taking the easy way out. I know people
won’t hold themselves accountable, and I didn’t put this up
there for debate, but I felt that turning off the comments wasn’t
the right thing to do. Yes, I’m scared there will be nasty people
who don’t know how to regulate themselves. No, I don’t want
it to be a breeding ground for hatred. I do hope it brings
awareness and help for the people watching who need it. I
hope that by hearing it, someone else can be inspired. Maybe
in the comments, people can ask for help if they need it.
People could support each other or make contacts. I’ve done
that myself over the years. I know there’s a lot of crap to wade
through, but there are a few gemstones too. I just hope I didn’t
put you in a bad position.”
Cassia blinked. “Me?” She was stunned. “Why me? Like I
said, you’re the one who lives here. I could leave. I could just
pack my bags and go anywhere I want. You’re the one who