Sometimes I look back on myself at 22 or 24 and I wonder why tf I did such immature shit, yet still expect current 22 & 24 year olds to know better.

I've never been perfect nor claimed to be, but I do think I overestimated myself up to my 30s.

On that note, I hate Our Strange Love. It's still very cringe despite the revisions over the years; and at this point, I do not have the patience nor attachment to revise it any further. I just want to burn it.

I also want to burn When Best Friends Kiss but it's actually helping baby queers, young people with mood disorders, and people who would've otherwise had no clue about the existence or validity of LGBTQ+ people, so it's got some more years left in it.

I don't know how much my impatience with contemporary romance fiction plays a part in my hate for Our Strange Love, but I do think that book is far past its expiration date.