AK 
Bi 💖💜💙 
Professional Panic™ 
 Author in Progress
 Solangelo Enthusiast 
 Klance Defender
 Multifandom Shipper
Closeted?
More like hiding in plain sight and hoping nobody reads my Wattpad library
My mom says she isn't homophobic.
Good thing she doesn't know the enemies are closer than she thinks. 🏳️‍🌈✨
My mom keeps asking why I can't be normal.
Normal? In this economy?
You're asking the person who gets emotionally attached to fictional characters, spends hours thinking about story ideas they'll never finish, cries over people who don't exist, and somehow turns every piece of media into a new obsession. I wasn't built for normal.
At some point I accepted that my life would consist of collecting fandoms, adopting fictional characters as emotional support, writing at ungodly hours, and having enough unfinished drafts to publish an entire library.
My Pinterest feed once exposed me so badly that it got restricted. Did this stop me? No. It merely became an inconvenience.
Every time I think I'm becoming a functioning human being, a new hyperfixation appears and resets all my progress.
I have accepted my fate.
I am powered by caffeine, fandom brainrot, poor decisions, and the desperate hope that one day I'll actually finish writing a book.
I have approximately seventeen personalities depending on which fandom I'm currently obsessed with.
My brain doesn't have thoughts anymore. It has ships, plot ideas, song lyrics, and scenes that will never leave my head until I write them down.
Every week I discover a new fandom and every month I convince myself I'm finally going to be productive. Neither statement has ever been true.
If you're looking for a normal author, you've come to the wrong place.
If you're looking for chaos, emotional damage, and someone who treats fictional characters like real people, welcome home.
I REACHED WORD LIMIT LOL