Hi. I'm a young girl with too much imagination, too little patience, and a deeply very unhealthily committed relationship with characters I made up at 2AM while ignoring real-life responsibilities. and the overwhelming urge to escape reality without actually leaving my bed.

You're welcome in advance.

I spend my free time writing chaos, reading other people's chaos, and occasionally crying over characters I created myself. It's fine. I'm fine.

I write stories full of emotionally unstable characters, morally gray decisions, and enough dramatic tension to make your therapist nervous. If you're into that? Congrats.  You're broken too, and You're my target audience

If you don't like any of that... uh, thanks for stopping by? 

I am trying to get better, one emotionally damaged chapter at a time. So if you want to help a girl out, you can vote, comment, or just scream into the void with me. Constructive feedback? Yes, please. Petty insults? Not so much. Only if they're creative and make me laugh. If you are funny, by all means, insult me into being better.

I'm not asking for much. Just your emotional investment, digital approval, and maybe your soul. Or at least a vote.

Anyway, I hope my stories make you feel something-whether it's joy, pain, rage, or the sudden urge to throw your phone across the room.

That means I'm doing something right. I think. 

Anyway. That's it.

Go read the story. Or don't. But if you do, I hope it wrecks you (lovingly).

Warm regards, Your local emotionally unstable author-in-training.