Suicide is No Laughing Matter – But…

Continuing on my retrospective press tour for my new novel Abandon (which you can purchase today and has two five star reviews)  we travel to my 17th year on the  planet.  (A time which I am actually likely to forget about in it’s entirity if it wasn’t for my mothers uncanny ability to save things that make me look stupid.)  During that time, I had dropped out of Herndon High School to attend Northern Virginia Community college and I was spending a ton (and I mean a ton) of time escaping into my own little world of fanfiction revolving around *NSYNC.  I had no friends (I mean absolutely no friends) and a large part of it was due to my own personal hell of high school bullshit.

Apparently, I also did something to get me grounded, and this is the letter I wrote to my mother:

Oh the mellow drama!!!  You’ll notice that from my first writing sample in 2nd grade my hand writing has vastly improved, but spelling only marginally so.

Also, I thought that I should share the car that I was apparently willing to kill myself over, since Mary got a huge laugh out of this in my bedroom.  (Seriously, I thought she was going to pee herself.)

Yeah, apparently I was willing to off myself over *NSYNC fan-fiction, an ’89 Ford Escort, and the internet.

I’m obviously glad that I didn’t – but I think it’s fair to say from the “my new beginning” and my note above, I’ve got a flair for the dramatic in my writing.

  • http://www.facebook.com/chloe.adler Chloe Adler Sheehan

    Dude, I feel you on this. High School Chloe was also a melodramatic, cringeworthy asshole. For me, all the trials and tribs of growing up can be boiled down to one lifelong goal: Getting Over Oneself. xo

    • http://www.howmanyfrogs.com/ Stephanie Dorman

      Haha, I totally kept this too so I can show it to my kid one day. “Oh, you’re there? I was there too, trust me, once you get over yourself, you’ll be okay.”