I’ve always been the “artsy” type—you know, the girl who sings in the shower, reads until 3 AM, and writes poetry about boys who don’t text back. Music is my heartbeat; I play a little guitar and piano, but my real passion is just feeling the lyrics. I write poems about everything—rain, heartbreak, coffee, you name it. I’m a dreamer with messy hair and a messy desk.
Turns Off
Loud chewing. People who interrupt when I’m reading. Being rushed. Pretending to be okay when I’m not. The sound of alarm clocks. Messy energy—like when a room feels chaotic. Also, people who think singing is just “showing off.” No, it’s breathing for me.
