Just a girl, trying to survive the chaos of her big girl life in her 20s.🎀

I try to shape feelings into thoughts, and thoughts into fragments, small scenes that often bloom into something larger. A story, a moment, a reflection.

I somehow ended up with three degrees, which sounds impressive until you realize it mostly means I'm terrible at making decisions and even worse at sticking to one path.
I'm the kind of person who leaves everything to the last minute, but then spends hours obsessing over a single comma because, naturally, I'm a sloppy perfectionist. 
A tragic breed tbh.
Capitalism has already gnawed away most of my soul, so sometimes my writing goes unexpectedly deep and dramatic, probably as a cry for help disguised as "art."
So... sorry in advance. Or maybe I should say sorry to myself for still thinking this is a healthy hobby.


Alsoooo: hopelessly devoted to fictional men. 
Team Chishiya and Sirius Black.