My inner pendulum swing from impulsive candidness to paranoia for privacy is my most toxic trait. In all honestly, I feel hard and want to let the world know just how hard I feel, and out stems (somewhat) poetic prose that hums through the soul. But I also want to clothe names and block details to keep you plunged in the deep dark waters of doubt whether this is about you. 

Chances are my writing is very much about you.