Not a Disclaimer, But a Confession

I didn't write this for you.
I wrote it because I had to - in the middle of the night, on the back of receipts, in margins and spiral notebooks. These are the pieces of me that never asked to be shared. But here they are anyway.

This book is made of diary entries, mind dumps, quiet breakdowns, stubborn hopes, and the things I never said out loud. It's not polished. It's not perfect. But it's honest.

If you're here looking for answers, I don't have them.
If you're here looking for something real, maybe you'll find it.

This is not for you.
But read it anyway.