Heyyy dearies,

So… yeah. I know what you’re thinking: she posted, and then disappeared into the void again. Rinse, repeat. It’s basically my brand at this point. Upload a fanfic, ghost harder than your situationship, then pop back up like nothing happened.

Not exactly what I planned, but hey—plot twists keep life interesting.

Here’s the short version: life absolutely bodied me. Like WWE–style slammed me into the ground. Between being pre-med, almost done with college (one more year, pray for me), and trying not to combust, I’ve been living on dreams and sheer spite. Over the summer, as mentioned, I was at an Ivy League, clocking eleven-hour days doing research, shadowing doctors, trying to look smart, and spiraling because no matter how much I did, my brain was like: “You’re still not good enough.”

Love that for me. Mental health? We don’t know her.

Fast forward to now: it’s September, I’m back on campus, juggling classes, rotations, a “social life” (lol), and of course fangirling/writing fanfics because if I don’t, I’ll explode. 

The dream? Post at least three fics a month so I can keep a balance between studying, pretending to be a functional human, and screaming into the void about fictional characters. 

Will I actually pull it off? …Stay tuned.

Currently, I’ve got EIGHT drafts sitting there, side-eyeing me like neglected children in the orphanage of my notes app. They’re half-finished, dramatic, and begging me to stop being a perfectionist and just hit “post.” So yeah—you will be fed. 

The pantry is full, I just haven’t cooked. LET ME COOK PLEASE.

Right now, I’m working on the 𝓉𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼: 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓸𝓷𝓮 - 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻, because I missed writing LIKE—LIKE I MISSED IT SOOO BAD. The way I was scrolling through X/Twitter watching artists drop banger after banger, and my brain went: “girl, pick up the damn pen before you combust.” I can’t give this up, man. It’s a lifestyle.

So, the lineup still looks like this:

❛ 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓉 𝓂𝑒 ❜ 𝜗𝜚 𝓈𝑜𝓁 𝓍 𝒶𝒻𝒶𝒷! 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒽𝓎𝓊𝑔𝑜

❛ 𝒻*𝒸𝓀 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 ❜ 𝜗𝜚 𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓼𝑒! 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝑒 𝓍 𝑔𝓃! 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

❛ 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎 𝓊𝓈 ❜ 𝜗𝜚 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝑒 𝓍 𝒶𝒻𝒶𝒷! 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝑔𝑒𝑜

All in order of how it was voted. I’m probably not gonna open asks though—sorry besties, but my schedule is already bullying me enough. I’m busy studying, crying, pretending to be fine, and fangirling all at the same time.

But yes. Eventually. Hopefully, without me pulling another dramatic one-month disappearing act into academic hell.

Anyway, thanks for sticking with me through my odd ass routine. 

Y’all are the real ones. This isn’t the end—it’s just me spinning the circus act called “life, medicine, and writing,” praying none of the plates smack me in the face.

Our teachers hate us.

Our year head is sick of us.

I’m going to go deaf.

Me and my friends and half the class have to be grouped in with these eejits.

It’s our junior cycle year so they’re taking up time that we could be using to learn so we don’t all fail.

Our new -NEW- Irish teacher has been with this class for a total of TWO WEEKS and has already reported them to the year head.

We’re probs gonna get a visit from the PRINCIPAL (extremely scary woman mind you) and I’m fucking scared.

There’s a bunch of them in choir together so I’m surprised we’re almost done Chattanooga Choo Choo.

Anyways thats all

😔✌️