Somewhere in between countless hours of daydreaming of things that will never be, I decided to put words onto paper. words became paragraphs, paragraphs became stories, and stories became entire universes. I started writing because my tongue has always had a habit of hiding, of biting onto all the things I needed to say out loud. Stories were the only way I could decipher my thoughts. They became the only mirror from which I recognized my reflection. They became my truth, my secrets, the version of myself I didn't feel the need to dilute in exchange for this all consuming embarrassing crave for acceptance.

I had an epiphany on my 16th birthday and all points led to the life changing question that is. Why the fuck not? So here I am. Take my words as you will, love them, despise them, judge them. I'll try not to care as long as you try to understand them.

I'm the 16 year old who daydreams.
𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 ❤︎︎