this is a story about suicide.

This is a story about loss and control. This is a story about us both.

Literally anybody. I'm SO serious. Hand it to your jazzy aunt who's been living with her "best friend" for a decade, tell it to an estranged neighbor - yeah, that one! Former favorite teacher, current coolest student... Mom, Dad, even the sibling you openly hate and secretly couldn't ever imagine leaving behind. Above all else, sit and look at these pages yourself. Once started, you will never ever go back to feeling lonely. I promise. 111% (ahh, this is already an inside joke between the reader and I. You can find it on page 161). Go on, keep scrolling... 😏

A New Adult novel.

That her brother died in an accident may sound horrible, but wait till you hear the truth! Such a shock; Emma represses all memory of it.

idontwannatalkaboutit.com 🤠 This girl had a rough time and is quite surprised that her book got ready at all, actually. Let me live... Speaking of which, there were multiple tumultuous times during which any form of completion here seemed beyond impossible. The fact that I can confidently say that this is a finished piece speaks volumes, even if my ego loves that mute button. I am proud of this one, but more importantly, I live to witness its greatest evocation (publishing lol). I will always be One Hell of a Girl and I will always be (her) mother. Always. Man, I miss Alan Rickman.

Besides consuming presumably 123 kilos of dried mango slices? Let's see... I suppose there's nothing quite like the sweetness of revision (the one before the final one during which you will lose actual brain cells). When re-reading paragraphs, and something tickles under your fingernails, and you think to yourself: "This word ought to follow here," or "It would be great if I added that after this sentence," and then you find out you already did that the last time. It's about moving closer to yourself and realizing that thou know thyself a whole lot better than ever hoped for. Every single time this happened to me, I smiled. Because every single time this happened to me, I remembered: I can never be alone, for I exist within myself. <3 And guess what? You do, too.