welcome to my messy corner of wattpad, where i sit like some tragic background character, sipping tea, scrolling through fanfics at 3am and pretending i have my life together. spoiler: i don't.

i am not a writer-i repeat, not a writer. i'm just a professional reder™ who cries over fictional characters, lives off angst, and probably relates way too much to dazai osamu (yes, the coat, the suicidal humor, the existential vibes... i claim them all).

📖 i collect comfort in stories.
💔 i adopt pain like it's a hobby.
💅 i add books to my reading list just to stare at them and never touch them again.

call me a diva, call me dramatic, but at least i do it with ✨style✨. i'm the type to scroll through comments while the mc is dying, typing "same babe" with tears in my eyes.

⚡ side effects of knowing me:
- random depressed rants at 2am
- sarcastic humor no one asked for
- fangirling like my life depends on it
- suspiciously poetic quotes in my bio so i seem deep

so yeah, i'm just here, vibing in pain, reading like it's a full-time job, and being a dazai wannabe diva. if you're also unhinged, depressed, and obsessed with fictional men who would probably kill us in real life-congrats, you've found your people.