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Honestly, that I wrote it at all. Like, I don’t exactly beat around the bush with this, but it helped me deal with an actual loss in my actual real life and was as such very hard to finish, because the book says that when you write abot grief, the final chapter should be about acceptance. But some things just cannot be accepted. You learn to live with (or rather without) them, but it’ll never be okay. And capturing that feeling, as well as the kind of moving on that happens regardless, is basically my favorite thing that I have written, ever. Usually I write inconsequential fluff and as of March sometimes porn, but this is something different that actually means something. So. Uh. Yeah.
Overdressed & Underappreciated 