A story about a boy I met on my twentieth birthday - the friend I laughed with, kissed, and quietly fell in love with. A tender recollection of young love, heartbreak, and longing.

From Upper East Side It-Girl to Beige Widow: Why Carrie Bradshaw No Longer Inspires Me (and why the reboot is ruining everything)

What no one tells you about transitioning is that you may never feel safe again. I’m not trying to be dramatic — I’m trying to survive. This is what life looks like when peacefulness becomes a luxury.

After 10+ years on social media, I’m exhausted by the fakery, and the cult of the algorithm. This isn’t a curated intro — it’s a rant, a release, and maybe the start of something better.