I've been on off writing this femslash abt 2 uni flat mate gals who overcome their differences n the mean one goes soft n helps the cute one through her issues buT
I was reading back through some stuff
And I realised
Bee is me
I am bee
I accidentally made the main character pretty much exactly the same as me
And now I'm noticing deep psychological issues I have because I've subconsciously communicated my struggles into this stupid character what the fUck
YOU ARE READING
my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Rastgelenote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...