The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
she wants to become a novelist. not famous. not rich.
she just wants someone to read her words one day and feel a little less alone.
which is funny.
because that's exactly what she does for the people around her.
she writes best between midnight and 4am.bshe claims it's because the city is quieter, but the truth is that nobody can interrupt her spiral if everyone else is asleep.