my first book ‘while you were sleeping’ is the middle child i neglect everytime i look at that book something inside of me cringes so hard I want to bury it, but still it’s a piece of my past. i wrote it when my crush rejected me, i was 15 so i gave the characters a sad ending now as a 17 yr old who’ll turn 18 soon, looking back at the chapters it makes me wanna bury myself alive. T-T