Before We Begin
I have always been better at putting feelings into words than admitting I have them.
Maybe that's why I write.
Or maybe I write because there are some things that sound less frightening when they belong to fictional people.
I am the kind of person who can spend an unreasonable amount of time thinking about a conversation that lasted three minutes. I remember little things people forget they ever said. I romanticise ordinary moments and then complain when reality refuses to behave like a novel.
I drink my coffee while it is still too hot. I make plans at midnight and question all of them by morning.
I have a habit of imagining endings before beginnings, as if knowing how something could hurt makes it hurt less when it actually does.
It doesn't.
I have always been a little lost in my own head.
I overthink, I observe, I romanticise the smallest things and somehow, every thought turns into a story.
Maybe that's why I decided to voice my thoughts through my writing.
And here I am, your Minxx, a girl in her early twenties, trying to keep her life together while simultaneously dreaming of a perfectly chaotic life with a man who, unfortunately, doesn't exist yet.
So, My little Minions, will you join me on this journey?
I promise, it won't always make sense.
But it will always be ours.
