I don't really know how to start this without sounding like I have my life together... so let me be honest-I absolutely do not. 😌

Hi. I'm 29, an HR by profession (yes, I send those "gentle reminders" that are not so gentle), and apparently... now a BL writer? Who allowed that? Not sure. Definitely not my overthinking brain.

I've been writing for a long time-like "notes app full of unfinished ideas and emotional damage" long-but never really had the courage (or stability) to share it. Life happened. Chaos happened. Excel sheets happened.

But somewhere in between deadlines, breakdowns, and pretending to be a responsible adult... I found my escape.

BL.

I don't have the perfect words to explain what BL has done for me-but it made the noise quieter. It made things softer. It gave me comfort on days when reality felt a little too loud and love felt... complicated. And yes, I absolutely have comfort pairs that I will defend like my life depends on it.

Wattpad has been my safe haven for years-the place where I read, escaped, felt, and sometimes cried at 2 AM questioning my life choices.

So this is me... stepping in from the reader side to the writer side. Slightly terrified. Mildly unhinged. Definitely sarcastic.

I'm not a "writer-writer." I'm just someone trying to find a little happiness, one story at a time, in a world where love doesn't always come easy.

If my stories can make you feel even a fraction of what BL made me feel-then I think I'm doing something right.

Also... no promises, but emotional damage is very likely. You've been warned. 💅