I love words.
The loud kinds. The kinds that make your insides flip and your eardrums explode like new car subs. The words with razor edges that tear through your heart; that rattle in your head long after you’ve finished reading them. Those kinds. Someday I want to be known for writing those kinds of words.
I also have depression, anxiety, and mild personality issues; all things that I struggle with on a daily basis.
I live and daydream in New York.
***Check out my interview in Drunk Monkeys for more.***