lowercase intended.
boyfriends ): ❤️
i wrote this a while ago, like early eighth grade or so. i like the writing, but the tone is dangerous to those who struggle with mental health.
this was written during the less intense tango with depression i had. self-love is incredibly important. know that your voice is never meant to go unheard, you deserve some open ears. don't be afraid to ask for help.
love is out there.
also, the person i talk of in this is someone that does not represent love, or a healthy relationship.
i am no longer infatuated with them.
frankly, i hate them.
there are better people, you can tell instantly who's better than the last at times.
some of the thoughts in this book that i write are vulgar, and ones i don't and didn't think—for instance, there's mention of skinny dipping.
not into that.
but, all the same, they came from me as ways to express the torment felt. please do not ridicule that.
enjoy.