| This is My Body, This is My Blood: Author's Notes [IMPORTANT] |
[Jan. 4th, 2005|01:28 pm] |
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Title: This is My Body, This is My Blood
Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=91.7) cahaya/ikkunaprinsessa
Summary: All that's left is here. I exist, and that suffices. I have no higher wish for more.
Pairing: Davey/Jade
Rating: NC-17 for graphic descriptions of self-harm and sexual situations in later chapters.
Warning: Excessively angsty.
This story contains graphic descriptions of self-harm, and may be triggering to some. Please read with caution. I intend no harm or disrespect to anyone; not any of the readers, not the AFI kiddies, not any of God's creatures that walk this earth. This is based on my own personal experience struggling with chronic depression, but this is not, in any way, a cry for help or quest for sympathy. Depression has long since left my life, and I am doing fine now. For this very reason I have found the ability to write this story, to let some of the demons out, and to record the thoughts and feelings of a self-injurer in a more objective point of view as opposed to the emotional fits I used to have when I had even so much tried to convey how unhappy I was.
Depression doesn't happen solely from abuse or mistreatment, although in most cases it is a major contributing aspect. The narrator in this story is not trying to sort out his past or present situation; he is trying to sort out himself.
By no means should this story be used as reference notes for self-injurious behaviour. The author herself is a bit loopy. Just look at how she's talking about herself in third person. Amen.
But anyway, enjoy.
All my love,
Dian |
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[Jan. 4th, 2005|12:27 pm] |
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First entry of this writing journal; I've finally caved in and started a new account solely for my writing. I'm nervous and excited at the same time.
I started writing early 2003 as a way to improve my English, having taught the language to myself only a few years before. After a while, it became an addiction, then an outlet. I think I have more ability to bare myself in the form of fiction writing than I do in blatant journal entries. I have trouble expressing my personal experiences in simple words, but retelling it in a form of a story is far easier than I had thought initially. What can be read here is honest narration with a slight amount of tweaking to fit the frames of the characters.
I've given up fighting the voices and flashbacks from my past. It seems like no matter what I do, no matter the situation I try to write down, it only becomes some form of chronicle of my life in the end. The mind has an odd way of freeing itself when left to roam.
The stories that can be found here are fanfiction, and related to the AFI fandom. It's not a matter of childish obsession (although the AFI kiddies are indeed pretty), but more of a means to be able to write down the characters quickly without having to think so much about the physical descriptions and basic personality traits.
I guess that's all about I can say about my writing. Now I'm off to format and post some minus these incoherent babbles :) |
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