I don't write happy endings. I write what's left after they shatter.

There was a time I believed in fairy tales. Now, I only believe in scars - the kind that never leave.
My words are stitched from silence, soaked in unsaid goodbyes, and shaped by the ache of remembering what should've been forgotten.

Every story I write is a reflection of what I couldn't say...
The love that destroyed,
The touch that burned,
The promises that never meant a thing.

If you've ever cried alone at 2 AM, if you still wait for someone who never turned back -
You'll find yourself in my broken characters.
And maybe, like me, you'll understand why -
I hate that four-letter word... LOVE.

This isn't just fiction.
It's the wreckage of a heart that still writes, even when it doesn't believe anymore.

🖤 Welcome to my world - raw, ruined, and real.