I wonder at times if I bring about some of my issues myself. While there are some autobiographical stories I've written (that's how I talk about myself to others, as in real life I tend to freeze, clam up, and hide behind some friend I feel safe around) there are some elements I chose not to cover in any of my young adult and middle grade stories.
That has to do with the hyper sexualization of my youth. I'm not sure if I'll ever write about that, although I have no reason to dream to stop some future autobiography--if my fiction lasts that long.
I tend to be a suicide method out of convenience person, the last three times have tended to be poison, though if it became available and had the stable and structurally sound enough support--well and were not living with a room mate that despite saying she's aro behaves in a way that would almost suggest sub-textually she loves me, I'd probably hang myself.
That's the only reason I have it, I don't want to scare my friend again. She means to much to me.
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