A follow up to a A Rogue Youngin

I’m not okay. I’m fucking not okay, and I’m done pretending I am so people can feel comfortable reading this.

I wrote A Rogue Youngin because I was imploding in public and nobody gave a shit unless it could be turned into instagram reel. The FBI letter hoax was blowing up, people were screaming at me from every angle, and the moment I made one stupid, r…