I'm a psychology student who spends more time analyzing fictional people than real ones. Between research papers and existential dread, I write stories about the things we feel but can't explain - yearning, chaos, healing, and the strange comfort of being misunderstood. Maybe I'm not trying to make sense of others; maybe I'm just trying to understand myself in the process. Writing is my form of controlled chaos - a place where the theories make sense, the characters listen, and I get to rewrite the things life got wrong.