Powered by bad decisions, fictional characters, and an irresponsible amount of fucking curiosity.
Overthinks everything, feels too much, sleeps like shit, laughs at the void while flipping it off at 3am.
Runs on caffeine, dark humor, spite, and a sleep schedule that's basically a middle finger to reality.
Will chase a 0.00001% chance out of pure defiance.
Emotionally intense, creatively feral, self-aware enough to know this is unhinged and doing it anyway.
Not normal. Not quiet. Not done yet. Unfortunately for everyone.