To my moronic adolescent self

This is for the day when an unearthly genius invents time travel. A letter to a nonsensical, thirteen year old me. But until that day, this shall remain unseen by thirteen year old me. *possible trigger warning, talk of self-harm, suicide, abuse and addiction* Dear Shan, I’m going to start with this. If you are sat there right … Continue reading To my moronic adolescent self