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chapter one of ‘what i would say to a bf if i had one’
so, this is my gazillionth attempt to write a novel/short story/standup comedy special because… well? Basically, I am a recovering catholic-codependent-Canadian-people pleaser who loves to hyphenate everything but who also feels a need to save the world by parading her thoughts to everyone. Plus, I haven’t had a bf in a really long time and I refuse to die without sharing my thoughts with someone.
So, it’s basically a journal. But still!!!
look, I don’t know what to call this thing. fiction? Non-fiction? Toilet paper skid marks? Whatever you wanna call it (yes I know ‘wanna’ is not a word — fuck it). The problem is that nobody that I’m close to will put up with me writing about them because basically they’re afraid I’ll reveal stuff about them (which is true… I probably would) but this makes it hard for me to write anything because I can’t relax enough to write when I know somebody might be mad at me if I write about them. so then I give up on writing — which makes me depressed — and then in desperation I just make up names for characters based on real people and promptly forget who they were supposed to be and then eventually I go back to writing about REAL people who don’t want me to write about them and AGHGHGGHGHGHGHGHGHHG!!!!