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Diary of a rotting strawberry girl
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Ongoing, First published Aug 21, 2023
People say i am a good writer, so I am writing. This is a sort of autobiography but at the same time a book so maybe somebody can understand or relate to my hopeless person. The thought process of this book is literally zero, it's just thoughts and descriptions of physical felt. Why strawberry? Because it's my favourite fruit with cherries. 

[TW] I am talking about how I feel and right now when I am writing this I am not feeling well at all. I will be talking about sensitive subject like suicidal thoughts, addiction, eating disorder and self harm so if theses subjects are too sensitive for you right now please do not read this.

⤷₊˚ Also little note, I use all pronouns even tho I present myself here as a girl (being my biological gender at birth). So be confortable to comment or message me with whatever pronouns feel right for you <3 I am also glad to have corrections if I make any grammatical or just errors in the text. Forgive me if there is a lot but my first language is not English :)
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*ON HOLD* *Previously known as Expiration Date* Every single day I get up and I feel my heart stop- just a bit. This is not me- I am not this person I let everyone see, someone happy and good humored. I am scared. But who isn't right? I can't let people hurt me, so I hurt myself. I don't want your pity- I want closure. I want to know what happened that night- the night that changed everything. And even though I am denying it- I want to share with someone to get reassurance of the fact that I am not mentally ill. ***Acknowledgments*** Thanks: To my readers- thank you for being there and bearing with me. To wreckedhavoc for my awesome-saucylicious cover. To CrimzSky for encouraging me to start this mess. To everyone who has critiqued my work and given me things to improve on. To everyone commenting on this story and telling me what you think. And most importantly to my cat, random things running through my mind, and caffeine. Nah, just kidding thank you guys for giving my book a shot- I never thought I'd be able to achieve what I have (even thought that is not that much in comparison to bestsellers). Dash