Letters for Foster
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Just my story as Milo Andy, an 18 year old writing daily letters to give to my friend in residential. I'd like to say it's your average "coming of age" story, mainly because that's the kind of life I've always wanted to live. Maybe you'll agree with me. That's the dream at least. Anyways, come live my life with me! I hope you enjoy your stay at my humble abode called a shitty life:)
WARNINGS: As this story is just going to be my letters to primarily Foster, it will be dealing with some difficult topics. I'll put trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter and before and after the section itself incase you wanna skip, but it does have to do a lot with mental illness and stuff. Here are all the warnings just incase. I'll add to them as the story continues: Mental illness (depression, self harm, mentions of sexual assault), eating disorder, homophobia/transphobia, racism, intrusive thoughts, feelings of hopelessness. I think that's it for now:)
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