
This is our weird reality.
But I’m no stranger to weird realities—a secretly hopeless romantic with commitment issues; a constant daydreamer with the tendency to overthink; a lover of silence with the nervous habit of saying too much, then analyzing every word; an optimistic wannabe always expecting the worst; a girl who hates drama, but who has maddeningly saddled herself with a dramatic past.
It could be worse.
In the meantime, I’ll surround myself with my books and poems, my comforting Pandora stations, my research rabbit holes, my storytelling, the comforting storyboard that has become this life.