Girl Who Dreams

My mind is always lost in stories I'll never read and can barely put into words. I have my head stuck in the clouds and these stories keep me grounded. Somewhere in between the hours of maladaptive daydreaming I decided to put words onto paper, words became paragraphs, paragraphs became stories, stories became entire universes. I started writing because my tongue had a habit of hiding, of biting onto all the things I needed to say out loud. Stories were the only way I could decipher my thoughts. They became the only mirror from which I recognised my reflection. They became my truth, my secrets, the version of myself I didn't feel the need to dilute in exchange for acceptability.

So take my stories as you will. Love them. Despise them. Judge them. I don't care, as long as you read them.

Hello, I'm the girl who dreams. Welcome to my mind.