going to unpublish a lot of my old works, namely “off to the races”, “paint”, “ghost”, “perfect little family”, and “enough to kill”.
reading them now just makes me upset and disgusted at how lightly i treated topics like r*pe, self-harm, and other very sensitive material. i sexualized a lot of things that i shouldn’t have because i was at a very strange and very sad point in my life, and at certain points it became gratuitous. i’m going to be nineteen next september and having works like these on my conscience has given me a bit of grief. i might begin writing again someday and i have a draft i’ve been working on for some time, but going forward i’d rather these exhibitions of my immaturity remain unseen.
thank you for your continued support.