Where I live. 

unfinished flash fiction. TW: self harm

just some things I jotted down in my journal while at work. i have a lot of free time there and i try to use it to reflect :) or complain.

it's really hard to love yourself and i am very familiar with the feeling of inadequacy. this was just me trying to make sense of things.

i'm just really trying to figure out my life and myself and writing is where i'm able to be creative.

my diary essentially. just trying to keep my thoughts organized and hone my craft.