is so weird.

sometimes i legit feel like i’m living inside a ya novel.

good inspiration for your stories, you may say.

listen: i have plenty of ideas.

i’m a grown woman who wants a grown man who wants a real relationship.

remember “ben” from the ghosting post? he resurfaced.

i am writing in lowercase because i feel very trepidatious.

being a woman is a glorious and sacred thing.

it is also complicated.

i am a web.

i capture even myself.