Ever laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if you're the only one falling apart in the most aesthetic way possible?
You're not. And this book is proof.
Raw, witty, and wildly relatable - this is a collection of thoughts, chaos, overthinking, tiny joys, and those soft moments of self-reflection you don't tell anyone about. It's for the over-feelers, the quiet rebels, the ones who smile too much and say too little. It's not poetry. It's not advice. It's just real.
Whether you're running from the noise or trying to find yourself in the silence, this is your little corner of truth, comfort, and rebellion.
You won't find perfection here.
Just honesty, healing, and maybe a reason to keep going.