it's almost two am as I write this, but I couldn't wait not when I finished the house on mango street by Sandra Cisneros in less then an hour because of my restless nights. I loved it because it reminded me of the nights I would spend reading all the stories all the people I followed wrote: nia, Margot, nyvia, Jessica, Angelica and those who I've forgotten. It was years ago (five or so) it's 2021.i am 18 almost 19 now which comes as a surprise to me. I always say this but Wattpad, as shitty as it is, has a place in my heart. Just because I got to read someone else's words.

Life is ephemeral and I plan to keep on enjoying everything it gives me.