Ink on the skin

Look, I wasn't here for some grand adventure. I moved to New York, got lost a bunch of times, snapped my neck looking at pretty men on the daily, and somehow still managed to be late to work every single time. Life was normal-chaotic, but normal.

And then one night, my friends dragged me to some play. I lost them in the crowd, made a wrong turn, and somehow ended up face-to-face with him. Milo Manheim. I wasn't a die-hard fan or anything, but I knew who he was. And apparently, he had no problem acting like we were besties. A quick chat, a picture, a moment that should've just been that-just a moment. But something about it stuck.

I wasn't looking for anything special. But maybe New York had other plans.

YES, these are very short chapters, just like the title, it's a diary. Sometimes they'll be longer, also, some are actually based in my experience living in New York💔.

Important note in first chapterrrrr

Another Important note : The beautiful girl in the cover is not me, I saw the video in tik tok and found the picture on Pinterest, the credit belongs to her, but I covered her face because I didn't feel comfortable putting it out here.