𝑀𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟♡︎

Hii hiccups✌
          ✨1,000 reads…can you believe it?✨ To everyone who paused, lingered, laughed, cried, or just skimmed through my chaotic words—thank you. Every view, every clap, every heart you left behind isn’t just a number—it’s a piece of this little universe I built with ink and emotion. You made my poems breathe, my thoughts dance, and my wildest imaginings feel seen. Here’s to every messy line, every raw feeling, every late-night scribble…because without you, this wouldn’t even exist. You’re not just readers—you’re co-conspirators in my madness. 
          ~Kendra✌

✨ New Year, New Pages ✨
          Hi my hiccups 
          As this year begins, I just want to say thank you.
          Thank you for reading my words, for holding my stories gently, for letting my feelings feel like they belong somewhere. This book has been my home, my mirror, my confession and my healing — and you’re a part of that now.
          This year will look a little different for me.
          I’ll be in boarding school, so I won’t be very active here… but the book will keep breathing.
          Chapters will still be posted regularly through autopost — the story won’t stop even when I’m quiet.
          Think of it as my voice reaching you even when I’m away 
          I’m stepping into this year with soft courage, messy hope, and a heart full of words I haven’t written yet.
          Stay with me.
          Grow with me.
          Let’s see where these pages take us.
          With love & ink,
          Kendra ️

NEW BOOK COVER!!!
          
          Edited by the one and only...Gia.
          Thank you so much, Mama, for the tweaks you've made to the original cover. This new one gives a more soft, feminine, and blurry shimmer. [Pund intended].
          Mob love to you<3.
          This new look had to sky rocket... don't you think?
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/404393411?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Lostwriter_1

MY POETRY MANIFESTO
          I write because silence was never gentle with me.
          I write because my body learned language before safety.
          I refuse to make pain pretty for comfort.
          I refuse to soften truth so it can be swallowed easier.
          My poems are not written to be liked —
          they are written to be felt.
          I will speak of girlhood as it was:
          watched, taken, congratulated, blamed.
          I will use religion not as obedience
          but as metaphor,
          because even superior beings must answer questions.
          I will write love that never touched me,
          because longing still leaves fingerprints.
          I will repeat myself when the world pretends it forgot.
          I will name what others bury.
          My poetry is not healing —
          it is evidence.
          And if my words make you uncomfortable,
          remember:
          they were born from something far worse.