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About Me
?? 抖阴社区r of ache, inked in honesty.

What started as a way to heal
became the only thing that kept me going.

I write with shaky hands and tears in my eyes...
Because sometimes, life doesn't just hurt you.
It shatters you.
Again and again...
until you're nothing but scattered pieces
on a floor no one bothers to sweep.

And when there's nothing left... 
you either let yourself fade...
or 
You crawl.
You bleed.
You gather what's left:
every cracked memory,
every bruised hope...
and you stitch it together
with trembling fingers
and thread made of grief.

That's what I write.
Not to romanticize the pain--
but because it's the only language I speak fluently.

? My characters are stitched from the same wounds I carry.
They bleed like I bled.
They break like I broke.
But they keep going...
even when it hurts to breathe.

So if you came looking for pretty stories wrapped in bows--
You won't find them here.

But if you came for:
? the ache,
?? the ruin,
? the kind of love that breaks you before it heals
then... WELCOME HOME??

I won't promise you:
? Perfect stories
? Perfect people
? Perfect endings

But I will give you:
?? Heartbreak
?? Hope
?? Honesty in every line

Because pain writes the first chapters...
And maybe... just maybe...
Love gets to write the last ones.

And who knows?
One day, I might write happy love stories too.
The ones with:
? Slow healing
? Soft hands
? Laughter that lingers.

Because even the most pulverized hearts still deserve a gentle ending.