I wrote this novel in 2018-2019, not long after I had to take a leave of absence from school because of a stomach condition. I felt the prejudice and lack of understanding coming from my family, from life, and from all kinds of people.
Back then, my feelings were all over the place. I had so much to say, but never knew what good saying it would do. Some things I could say, and some I couldn't. I worried I'd sound self-pitying and affected, so I grew even quieter, living in books for a long time.
I was seventeen. The days most people had, often so lovely and carefree, had taken on a different taste amid all the upheaval in my life. What I felt and understood was like walking barefoot across concrete at the age when life should be at its most beautiful, slowly becoming stained by the darkness and muck of this complicated world. And so this story came to be. Updates whenever I can, w.
