Is your life today what you pictured a year ago?
I had hoped things might get better.
They didn’t. They got worse and more than ever I wish i could die.
(No I am not saying this for attention, so don’t fucking start)
What’s the story behind your nickname?
When me and my siblings were kids, it was usually our maternal grandmother who would babysit us since she lived a short walk away.
She had a small rose garden (probably wouldn’t count as a garden, really), and I loved it. I thought the white roses were beautiful, although yellow became my preference over time. But back then, something about them seemed angelic to me. It felt special and safe. Safe was especially important.
It is somewhere I can associate happy memories with from my childhood. I don’t have many. So I’ve never forgotten it.
But why bloody? Because there’s a lot of darkness that lurks behind those memories. A lot.
Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?
A sweater knitted by a friend of my mother’s especially for me. I was really into Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and they had put my favourite turtle on the front (which was Raphael). It was just beautifully made, and there’s even a school photo of me wearing it, beaming happily. If you’ve read my blog, you’ll know my childhood wasn’t great, but that sweater was so precious. I cried when I grew out of it, and we handed it to another family member.