Ask me anything except love advice

As a chronic oversharer, I have lived my life through various experiences, but everything starts here on this very website, which we all call Wattpad. I grew up in a Catholic all-girls school where I had blossomed my romantic and lofty fantasy of a soulmate. As a schoolgirl, I wrote passionate confessions and declarations of love only to discover that the real world was in fact not at all what I believed it to be. So warning to all Wattpad readers, this is not a love story, maybe even a real-life horror story. I repeat, this is not a feel-good romantic comedy where the man of my dreams swoops me up, but rather a horrific aftermath of my Wattpad era. Enough with the waffling, and let's get to the good bits, or I like to say the juicy bits. Forewarning, this story is laced with cringe, delusion, and perhaps some unhinged moments that I am unsure if I regret to this day. So don't say I didn't warn you, cause I did. Well, if you live life for the story, just don't, and that's some solid advice.