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well,never thought i would be here but here goes!

 hey there!

i'm someone who usually keeps their thoughts to themselves, and never planned on sharing my inner monologue online. but, apparently, my friends have a vendetta against my privacy.

this is where i dump my random thoughts when i should be doing literally anything else. welcome to the digital diary of someone who talks too much but still hides behind the internet’s glorious anonymity.

it's just a hobby for me rambling about everything from personal reflections to random observations on life. (fair warning: sometimes it gets a little "staring at the ceiling at 3 am" emo, but i balance it out with enough sarcasm to prevent total angst overload).

i'm not chasing the spotlight, but if my words reach someone who needs them, that’s more than enough. i hope to spark conversations, offer insights, and maybe even help someone feel a little less alone.

stick around, share your thoughts, and let’s figure things out together.

love, love. 🤍


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