About yesterday...
To prepare to get into my young self personality, I had ti read A LOT of old material (which yeah, I still have because nothing gets thrown away because they're all lil milestones) and... I got the picture of someone who grew up in a fucked up society where the internet was still something raw and unfiltered that, instead of helping you, fed you the worst shit ever.
I was homophobic, fatphobic, racist, and the worst thing is I didn't realize I was. I just imitated what other people and TV told me.
I would say "I am not gay!!!" But then write yaoi shit all around. That HP thing had pretty ironic and bad racist remarks and but I SWEAR I was trying hard to do some social commentary. I just did them wrong.
Glorification of drugs, prostitution, s/h and death masked as "no I swear they are wrong!!!1!!1!1!2!!2!1", made just to feel stronger feelings as I made them. Or because they were KOOL!!! The 2000s was kinda the years were this stuff was glorified even in music videos, after all.
The darker the story, the cooler it was, or something like that. And the protagonist had to be isolated and miserable and alone and depressed forever. JuSt LiKe Me!1!1!1!
I still remember when this changed.
I was lying in bed, imagining the next dark drug dead s/h shameless shit, and I had the protagonist die. Everyone was dead. No one was left.
I remember staring ad darkness and thinking "... now what? I can't do anything anymore with it. It's over."
So I went back and saved everyone.
I left hate and pity back. I had them help each other and find hope and go on.
And I loved it.
It gave me a rush of energy like none of those dark stories gave me.
I started moving on.
There was still dark and heavy themes, but they all ended up getting resolved, one way or another, and people still had smiles!
And people liked my stories more?! I think it's because people invent sad stories to exorcise demons, but then search for hopeful stories to run away from their already hard life! Some chose fiction to not think about their problems!
I wanna be that kind of author that takes your hand and shields you from problems, even for a few pages!
It took 20 years and a lot of try and error to understand this, but I am glad I did!
And going back 20 years... I did a lot of bad things and mistakes... but if I could, I would hug that scared 16 years old and reassure her that "we'll be ok. We'll make it. We're still alive. It's not perfect, but we're smiling and going on. On our own."
Everyone can be better if they only REALLY want to change for themselves. Changing is a selfish act. One we should embrace! 💕
I am glad how far I have come... AND HERE'S TO 20 MORE YEARS OF (woke) CRINGE!!!!


















