I didn't write this for readers. I wrote it for the version of me who had no one. For the girl who cried over texts that never came. Who trusted the wrong people. Who gave too much-and got blamed anyway. This isn't just about love. It's about friendships that turned to knives, grades that crashed while I fought wars inside my mind, and the moment this "good girl" finally snapped. So if you've ever smiled in front of the world and screamed into your pillow after... this book is yours. Not everyone will get it. But the ones who do? They'll never forget it. #thegirlwhofelteverything

She wasn't the kind of girl you'd write poetry about. Not the loudest laugh in the room. Not the quietest either. Some days she was thunder. Some days she was fog. Most days, she was a little bit of everything - too much for some, not enough for others. She didn't like attention, but hated feeling invisible. She craved deep conversations, but often ghosted when things got too close. People called her complicated. She called it survival. This isn't a love story. Not yet. It's just a story of a girl who's still figuring out who she is... and maybe, who she was never meant to be.