Disorganised
I didn't write this for me.
Retired liar, recovering alcoholic, and literary hack.
I didn't write this for me.
Haphazardly.
Slowly dying and it's my fault.
Heavy, but not novel.
Well, this surely can't go badly.
Unravel this.
Autofiction
But you would never actually do it.
Observations Of An Outsider.
The texture of love and loss. This one sucks.
Richard reaches new heights.
The truth can hurt just as much.
And lose everything while doing so.
I went looking in the wrong place.
You have to choose to live.
Just a story about a picnic.
Oh god we're getting psychodynamic
It has a lot more in common than you'd think.
See title.
I didn't write this for me.
I am greedy.
"My mother? Let me tell you about my mother."