I don't know me sometimes, I grow, I mess up, I learn. and that's okay.
Some days I'm a storm, some days I'm still water.
There are days I feel like a stranger in my own skin.
I feel like a story half-written sometimes, other days I'm just trying to find the plot.

I write when my voice feels too quiet, and I stay silent when the noise gets too loud.
I write to breathe, to make sense of what I feel too much of, and sometimes not enough.
I write through the shadows, through the questions that never get answered.
I write between the lines where truth hides in fiction and fiction feels a little too real.
 I overthink and feel things deeply even when I pretend not to.
This space? It's where I let pieces of myself fall into words, hoping they land where they're meant to.
No filters here, just me, trying to turn thoughts into something worth reading.
My pages aren't perfect, they're honest, messy, a little dramatic.
My stories? A chaotic mix of feelings and fiction.

One minute I'm romanticizing rainy days, the next I'm Googling how to disappear without drama

If you're reading this, maybe you're a little like me too, the kind of person who feels things deeply, laughs in the middle of chaos, or reads between the lines...figuring things out one line at a time.