Hi, I’m here to tell you a little about the broken me. My life is a series of unfortunate events, but sometimes, just sometimes I see the joy in the things I do and the people I love.
One of those joys happen to be writing, I use writing to try and ease the pain of walking over the shattered glass from my heart. I used to write because I thought it was something I’d do for fun, but then it turned into something that is slowly healing me. It became my someone to tell. I don’t post that often, but when I do, my emotions come out in a flood. The pent up anger, the sadness, the happiness. I enjoy writing because it truly makes me feel better. The relief of pouring my heart into words.
Apart from that, I’m a certified bathroom performer, a wannabe mathematician, and bookworm. My friends give me life, and they’re a few of the most important people in my life. I’m quirky and I can’t sit still, I get told that I’m very loud and hyper. My thoughts are all over the place, I talk too quickly and I don’t want to stop learning. Not being able to expand my mind scares me a lot, being restricted.