my
life
in
words

One of my all time favorites and one of the reasons I started writing.

When the nights were darkest, I fought alone. Against demons no one saw but me, their screams my only symphony.

Hating yourself is an art, that no one wants to master.

I didn’t write this story. It wrote me.

We all have walls up. They’re meant to protect us, but they do something else too. They keep us in.

Labels don’t define me, I do.