i’m a twenty-something girl who overthinks everything. who wakes up already carrying a full mind. who’s still learning what it means to be soft and strong, to say how i feel and not apologize for it.

this blog is my quiet place. my chaos. my journal.
a space where i don’t have to sound polished or healed or wise—just real.

i write when i’m spiraling. when i’m nostalgic. when i miss people who hurt me.
when i want to remember. when i need to forget.
when i feel like no one sees me, and i want to scream into the internet.

you’ll find poetic desires and venting, dreamy rambles and deep thoughts, maybe the occasional sunday night existential spiral. it’s all me—raw, unsure, sometimes lovely, sometimes not.

i don’t know what this space will become. but for now, it’s mine.
if you’re here, i hope something in the mess makes you feel a little less alone.