so i wrote the start of a piece fiction inspired by Frankenstein
it's a mlm, slightly horror, love story between an amoral scientist and his best friend who tragically dies at the start of the book
i'm obsessed with this story as it's the first bit of writing that made my teacher recognise my love for writing
it's called white fang as the prompt for the story was to use a pre-existing title so white fang by jack london
I don't like being a girl, i don't hate it but i'd rather be perceived as nothing yk?
A lot of people don't really see me as a girl and I like that
I'd rather have been born a boy but I don't want to change now I guess
I hate my chest and I don't really want it
My mum is okay with me being trans but she doesn't really get it
2000's Bill core
every day repeats and nothing gets better
I never feel happier
I'm trapped in an endless cycle of feeling nothing and achieving nothing in my life
If we are made in God's image then he must be the devil
As we are a violent, cruel and sorry excuse of flesh and bones that destroys everything bright and beautiful given to us
how can you look at me and pretend I'm someone you've never met?
The Death of Orpheus (Henri-Léopold Lévy, c. 1870)