hey.
my alias is mel, that's how I refer to myself.
hate capital letters, but use them.
pretend to be fluent in english, but I am not.
she/they.
a bit bipolar.
a bit bisexual.
an open book with sharp paper edges.
writing has never been smth I chased or wanted, tbh.
it started with a quiet stream of words first, but eventually words felt so convenient in my head that they barged in like a flood infiltrating my mind and deciding they are worthy of permanent residence.
words never asked for my permission.
but in a way they saved me.
we are not really friends yet, cohabitants, maybe?
but we are learning.