I’m 5 feet tall, 110 pounds, and honestly, I’ve been through more than most people can imagine. My husband broke me in ways I don’t think I can ever fully repair, and my past and present have both been heavy. I carry a lot of ***, but I’m still here, still breathing, still trying to find moments of fun—something to remind me I’m alive. I’m into a lot of different things, but horror movies and dark romance books are my escape. There’s something about the twisted, emotional, and intense that speaks to me… maybe because it mirrors parts of my own story.

*** shit and vomit