In 2020, I decided to gather some of my blogposts, journal entries, intimate texts, and other nightmares into a book. It has random blank pages because I basically didn’t know what I was doing when I put it together. It also has grammar mistakes and includes items I now see make zero sense outside of my head. Alas, it was cathartic.
You can purchase it here on Amazon, though I recommend buying your books at bookshop.org, and if I ever figure out how to put this book there, I shall! All proceeds go to me because Mark left me a lot of debt and, dammit, I deserve a financial break.