tw - sh
had some thinking time. and over that thinking time, i did too much sh. its kinda funny, sh never ever EVER crossed my mind. i always thought "i would never do that, that would be painful." whos the fool now? i almost attempted, ill be honest. but i feel like writing is my happy place. i was never good at prose, so all of my books are so like.... wonky. im a poet, thats what i wanna go to school for. im in a poetry program, ive been doing poetry since 3rd grade. so doing prose was so difficult for me. at first, this was an experiment. but i got recognition, and support, and then i felt bad i was gonna stop writing after the first chapter of 'him.' so i kept writing and writing, because im a people pleaser. when someone wants something, ill give it to them, no matter how much pain i go through. but sometimes, it makes me happy people ask me for things, because i like people being happy because of me.
i think that im gonna start again, but not as often and consistant i used to be with writing on here. just when i feel in the wrong place. or when i have enough motivation to write. im sorry for my on and off behavior. i have been so drained from everything around me. i had went through sh, suicidal thought, and abuse.