This is not the God I was raised on. This is not the America I voted for.
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Dear Diary,
When I was in kindergarten I started drawing dragons. Later I was in eighth grade and had a paper route for spending money. I delivered to a fraternity on one of my stops. One afternoon while delivering papers the fraternity boys were outside. I handed the paper to one of them and he said, they call me dragon. To a kid who has been drawing dragons since an early age and has reoccurring dreams of the world imploding; this isn't very scary and almost laughable. Dragons rule!