Diary

This ain’t fiction.

This is my life,  in the hood—unfiltered, handwritten-and typed too, full of stuff most people don’t talk about.
It’s a diary, but not the kind with a lock and key. These pages are open. For whoever needs them.

Reflections, rants, soft moments, hard truths.
It’s survival and tenderness.
It’s me, on paper.

I couldn't find a good cover page, my bad.

🖤 A personal zine made for readers who get it (or wanna try to).