WHAT IS A BAD GIRL'S JOURNAL?
I’ve carried enough stories to fill a book, yet none of them wanted an ending. They’re too alive to be bound between covers… So I built a space for them to exist — open-ended, unframed, real.
Life has a way of being more absurd, more tragic, more startling, more ironic than any movie plot. And don’t we all crave those real, intimate stories?
A Bad Girl’s Journal isn’t a memoir. It’s me — my world, my thoughts. I’m an artist, and storytelling is how I breathe. No matter the medium, all art aspires to communicate, heal, and connect us to higher realms.
After years of writing for others, it was time that I wrote for me — to wield my gift on my own terms. I express myself without filters — A Bad Girl’s Journal is raw. It’s honest. It’s my life — unpolished. These editions are personal. They are told for the brave women who dare to be everything they are.
Stories matter. They are treasures in abstract form. Because isn’t it a gift to live through something without really going through it?
THE LATEST EDITION
Human Nature
A Bad Girl's Journal
October
Human Nature
It is human nature to think wisely and act in an absurd fashion.
— Anatole France
There should be no more accurate description of our species. And even though the human kingdom is thoroughly convinced of its superiority to…
October EDITIONS
A Bad Girl's Journal
October
Human Nature
It is human nature to think wisely and act in an absurd fashion.
— Anatole France
There should be no more accurate description of our species. And even though the human kingdom is thoroughly convinced of its superiority to…
September EDITIONS
A Bad Girl's Journal
September
The Maiden
There is something about islands that I find irresistible… So incredibly exotic. And sexy.
The humidity… The salt… That sticky breeze that kisses your lips and skin so naughtily. It’s like a fantasy world where magic is never subtle…
A Bad Girl's Journal
September
Venezia Vice City
Venice is romantic in theory.
In practice, Venice is f**king insane!
Not for the weak…
The Queen of the Adriatic is like most beautiful women: gorgeous, sentimental, enchanting, mysterious — but gloriously deranged…
August EDITIONS
A Bad Girl's Journal
August
Old Friends
This week’s unwritten hours wrote themselves into its best chapter… spent drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes, eating chocolates, and running after stray cats in the middle of a tiny village… Once more, fate did what it does best — it inconvenienced two old, old friends into exactly the right place…
A Bad Girl's Journal
August
Picture-Perfect
This week, Steven, John, and I stole away to Greece to spend a few days celebrating the bliss of single life.
Beneath the Mediterranean sun, we drank cocktails in peace. The turquoise sea whispered softly…
A Bad Girl's Journal
August
Neverland
“Do you think I came all this way just so we could have dinner?”
I stared at the man across from me, trying not to act like my father…
I grew up tiptoeing around King Kong-level rage. I’m always one idiot away from carrying on the family legacy.
A Bad Girl's Journal
August
The Way Home
The sun shone on my face as I walked the wild, virgin sandy paths. Untouched and so perfect… I was on my way to the beach… euphoric about my impending rendezvous with an old lover, the ocean… ecstatic about the upcoming shopping scene, already playing on screen 2 somewhere in my mind…
“Oh, I can’t believe I’m finally back here.” …
A Bad Girl's Journal
August
Heartbreak
Apparently, heartbreak was running wild this week…
I should have been packing today — but that open suitcase carried more aches than thrills… I have spent most of the day looking at my little pride of bandits like I am being sent to war…
Venice sounds like fun, but not so much when you have a double-digit…
JULY EDITIONS
A Bad Girl's Journal
July
Territory
Among the many cats fate has sent my way, there’s one named Tiger.
Every few days, Tiger comes home looking as though he has survived a war. Shredded ears. Fresh scars. Raw flesh. Blood. You’d think he was fighting for his life…
He isn’t!…
A Bad Girl's Journal
July
Blueberry Sky
It’s 9 a.m. I’m in the middle of moving apartments. I’m driving ahead while my parents follow behind in a bus loaded with my entire wardrobe. We’ve barely been on the road five minutes when a police patrol pulls me over…
A Bad Girl's Journal
July
Conflict of Interest
Girlhood comes with many fears.
Bad hair days…
Broken nails…
Cellulite…
Unfaithful men…
But there’s one that humbles a woman like nothing else: finding out your man has a taste.. for men…
A Bad Girl's Journal
July
The Greatest Love of All
There are places inside us that time never demolishes. We declare them a no man’s land and exile ourselves from ever crossing their borders again.
Until one morning, our subconscious glitches…
JUNE EDITIONS
A Bad Girl's Journal
June
Million Dollar Therapy
Some days feel like a betrayal of the soul.
Today was one of them.
After hours and hours of doing something that drained every beautiful thought out of me — all that remained was the urge to run into the sea like a character from a Greek tragedy…
A Bad Girl's Journal
June
The Night the Flowers Died
One thing nobody prepares you for as a woman is how often men manage to shock themselves.
Not you.
Themselves!
Men treat consequences the way the rich treat taxes…
A Bad Girl's Journal
June
Karma Wears Alexander McQueen
I once read somewhere that life always finds a way to surprise you. And when I look at my own life, I often think: there must be someone writing this story, because some chapters are too symmetrical, too perfectly timed, too absurd, and too cinematically beautiful — just like a movie — to belong to chance…
A Bad Girl's Journal
June
The Girl Who Played Chess with
the Boy Who Ate the Pieces
Once upon a time — in an apartment that smelled faintly of rosewater, a tropical garden gone rogue, and concealed enough chocolate to rival Willy Wonka’s factory — lived a girl named Kiki…
MAY EDITIONS
A Bad Girl's Journal
May
Bad Girls Aren't
Sad Girls
According to Donna Summer, bad girls are sad girls. Well hallelujah, diva — times have changed!
These days? Bad girls aren’t sad. They’re free — for the first time in history — and just sometimes mad! Think mad as in savage. Untamed. The femme fatale…
A Bad Girl's Journal
May
A Woman!
Women are magic.
Not in the silly ‘pull a rabbit out of a hat’ kind of way, but in the way the moon pulls at the ocean — drawing out its depths, turning calm waters restless, beauty into danger, all without ever touching it…
We are tied to the void — the space before creation, the silent forces beyond existence…
A Bad Girl's Journal
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