some part of me is always trying to pull in a tragic backstory - a reason for why i do certain things and act certain ways, sometimes instinctively, sometimes partially createdly. it is saying that i was raped - and here's how. it is saying that an early close friend committed suicide - and i could have done something about it. and unless i have some mystery memory gap that set up strong and early, then these things didn't happen. but it always pushes back just a little bit - what if they did, and you just blocked it out? what if you didn't understand it at the time and just now are able to process it? i still don't think they're true, but it's hard to fully trust.
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Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
