About • Biography
I always feel guilty I do bad things to the people who love me. I am messy, more than the word itself, like my room, like my thoughts. I feel nothing but a deep hole in my chest. I can’t cry I laugh instead. I’m my own clown, always smiling, always clapping for myself. I am a winner even in my ruins. I hate people people hurt me. I just love running, it’s exhausting and calming, like escaping and returning at the same time. My head flows like a river, I am a wave that never rests. My thumb hurts I keep writing. My pain is my joy, my joy is my pain. So I keep on writing, I am a writer.