I stupid
I decided, for some unknown and odd reason known only to whatever version of God has decided to fuck with me, to write a book based on an experience I had as a queer teenager. What experience you may be asking. Well my sweet child let me tell you. It's based on how I fell hard for my best friend in middle school before I knew I was even queer (spoiler she was queer too and liked me in the eighth grade). Well she got expelled when we were in high school and I never saw her after our sophomore year I think (I'm long since removed from high school I can't remember the exactness of when we last saw each other). Now I'm writing a romance book based on it but there's a happy ending to this story because why would I write the true thing. I did change a lot of stuff like names, situations, and such. Still - this is torture. I'm spiraling. Help.
...let me know if your interested in reading it though. It's a queer romance set in a small Louisiana town with characters based off people I know or have met.
