A lot of my issues stem from being extensively mistreated growing up (no, not at home). I was forced to suppress my emotions, and now I bottle them up until I explode and the only emotions I can identify are anger, fear and shame.
I don't know what you people want from me. If y'all want me to stop writing completely, I'll do it. I tried so hard on this one but I can't do this anymore. I know I'll never be like Anne Rice or Poe or Stephen King, but at least give me the benefit of the doubt for even trying. And if y'all are downvoting solely because it's a queer story, then I'm disabling ratings.
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