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 — this 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?