A Quieter Darkness

To the teacher who called my early writing ‘bleak’:

Go fuck yourself.

I have more names on the list but I won’t mention them. Most of my ex-whatevers, for sure, but also a handful of people I thought were helping me when they were detrimental to my mental health.

Every friend who had nothing more to offer than the end of their dick, every moral absolutist who gave me shit for doing things the way I wanted to do them, every one of those assholes who were hoping to tear me up when they came at me with reminders of where I started and where I had to go to get here—go fuck yourselves.

I’m not proud of myself.

I’m apologizing to myself.

Trying to undo years of damage.

A whole fucking lifetime of damage.

And if that means writing a book for my biggest fan, hey. It’s me. I’m my biggest fucking fan.

Shedding Skin 2024~

Cheers

Kat