about me…

Currently listening to: Toy Soldiers – Martika

Prompt snagged from: Thyme is Honey

Hmm. It’s giving eulogy vibes. LOL, but here I go.

I’d want them to say that I tried. Really tried. That I cared about people and pulled up even when it was hard. That I was thoughtful in lowk ways but made people feel seen. That I helped when I could, listened when I should, and didn’t pretend to have all the answers.

I’d want them to say I had a strange little brain full of contradictions, ideas, memories that won’t die, and fantasies I sometimes let spill out in writing. That I was funny in a quirky way, maybe a little dramatic, definitely adventurous, and slightly too passionate at times… but never cruel. That I brought something different to the table, something real.

That I was unique, not for the sake of being different, but because I was unapologetically myself. That I could be quiet and wild, soft and tough, grounded and dreaming all at once. That even when I was a little unhinged, it came from a place of passion, not malice. That I could make fun of myself because I know sometimes, I can be ridic.

What would you say?