catharsis, or why i read A.S. King

I was in eighth grade when I first heard the word catharsis. 8th grade was my first year at a new school, the third one I'd been to, and my first at public school—a place assured to be a den of sin and lies by my father and torturous bullying by mother. I wouldn't have… Continue reading catharsis, or why i read A.S. King