diary of a blooming woman

I had turned my music all the way up, partially to block out thoughts of you. It’s an estranged existence learning to cope with a world...

This was a personal essay i had written for a program I was going to apply for but I never ended up sending it in! Thought I would share her

A story I'm working on

Writing is hard.

Who the hell am I?

Reflecting in the start of a new year and decade!