Friends
I don't really have any right now. It's not some tragic thing—just how things fell into place. People drift, and I've gotten used to watching them do it. I talk to a few here and there, but no one I'd call a friend in the way that word's supposed to mean something. It used to bother me more than it does now; these days, I find a strange peace in it. There's a certain quiet that comes with being on your own.

Interests
Writing, mostly. I like turning thoughts into something that sounds better than how they felt at the time. There's comfort in structure—sentences behave when people don't.

About Me
I overthink nearly everything and still manage to speak before I should. I'm not great at people, but I try.