hello friends. i am very sorry to anyone who was reading the story and invested in it, but i have deleted “flowers growing from your skin.” i started that story a very long time ago, and now, almost four years later, i have matured as a writer, person, and storyteller. flowers was not only a story in poor taste, i feel, but also one that i’m just simply not interested in anymore. i used mental illness as a romantic plot device, not even to mention that it’s a mental illness i have no experience with. i’m sorry for anyone who this gross story triggered or to anyone who felt that their illness was trivialized because of me. if you’re interested in my writing, i promise my more recent stories are much more well written and now i try very hard to educate myself before writing about something i’m not experienced with. thank you for reading my work, and for reading this.
