My books Confessions of a Wallflower (2017) & I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction (2018) are now available for a much lower price. 🙂
From $12 to $8 I’m earning very less per book sold, but I want to spread some of my feelings this melancholic season. 💙
Feel free to message me once you purchase them. 💙 As an independent writer, I would love to talk to anyone who supports what I love. 💙
You can grab a copy of Confessions of a Wallflower here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1542396859 🌷
You can grab a copy of I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1721578641 🌷
Wishing you all hope, love, and healing, my fellow WordPress friends. ✨
I wrote this collection 2 years ago.
Message me at email@example.com if you want a pdf copy in exchange for an honest Goodreads review.
Thank you so much. 💙
Confessions of a Wallflower together with good poetry collections and a cat. ❤ Thank you for the continuous support for my first poetry collection. ❤ I hope you can also consider purchasing my latest collection I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction. ✿
From my first poetry collection Confessions of a Wallflower ❤
Purchase it here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1542396859 ❤
I may retire Confessions of a Wallflower soon so get it while you still can. A much better collection will be self-published in June. Wishing you all hope, love, and healing. ✨
I am both self-destructive and self-loving.
Both seem very romantic to me.
—Confessions of a Wallflower, page 17
Happy National Poetry Month to you all. I’ve been feeling nothing lately like everything I do feels pointless which isn’t doing me any good. I’m currently in the process of creating my next collection which tackles about the loneliness of human existence and self-destruction, suicidal feelings, being in an unhealthy relationship, my mental illness and how I’m recovering through the art of mindfulness and overall it’s about finding hope and growth and stars and flowers and beauty and survival despite the meaningless of life and finding the meaning to my own suffering.
Confessions of a Wallflower isn’t a book that I’m entirely proud of, and maybe it’s because I write differently now compared to my 19-year-old self, but I’m still happy that I did create this book even if some parts of it makes me cringe at the here and now. I hope you consider purchasing it to support my life as a writer/poet as I pour my soul in creating my next collection.
To the hundreds who have read, I am deeply grateful. ❤ Love, Juansen. ✿