A reel. A Florence Welch lyric. And the realisation that shame had slowly convinced me emotional honesty was something to hide. On longing, feralscripts, and refusing to become emotionally silent.
A chaotic rant about reels, writing, and refusing to brand myself like a protein bar. Featuring algorithm rage, supernatural boyfriends, and the slow, glorious death of my follower count.
An open letter to the person I’m still hoping exists. The one who’ll mock my spiral, send cursed memes at 2AM, and finally make life feel a little less unbearable.
A metal writer. Three deadlines. One Pearl Jam song on eternal repeat. An honest, chaotic dive into ADHD, music hyperfixation, and emotional survival on loop.