Maybe things will be okay

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I stare at my phone in shock. The selfie I posted with my cat and a note to Taylor has a million comments on it. I quickly scroll up to find the second comment. It's from Taylor. It read: "Rebecca, I'm sorry you're going through hard times right now. I'm glad my music is able to aid you as a coping mechanism. Your cat is adorable and so are you. Hang in there, for me, okay? I know I get thousands of people tagging me in pictures and asking me to notice
them every day. But I'll try my best to help you whenever I can. The best of luck, T Swift." I could barely finish the paragraph before tears started rolling down my cheeks. Taylor. Alison. Swift. Commented on one of my pictures. This isn't real. This isn't actually happening. Please please please let this not be a dream. I pinched myself a couple times to make sure. Nope. Not a dream. This is reality. I can't breathe. I close my eyes and try to compose myself. I force air through my lungs. After about half an hour, I've calmed myself enough to tell all of my "friends". Of course, they don't like Taylor Swift and couldn't care less, but I needed someone to tell. I re read her comment over and over until I practically have it memorized. Sure, school tomorrow is probably going to suck, and of course the only people that I call my "friends" talk to me out of pity. But whatever. Because Taylor Swift cares about me. She knows I exist. She makes my life worth living again. If only she weren't so famous.

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