I’m legally an adult now, learning how to live by my own choices rather than under someone else’s protection.
 
My days can be ordinary, but at night the city shows a different side—quiet cafés, crowded streets, loud clubs, and private spaces where things feel more honest and unfiltered.
 
I don’t really feel like a complete adult yet—I’m insecure and restless, still learning who I am through impulsive choices, craving attention, validation, and desire, sometimes leaning into that hungry, reckless side of myself because being wanted feels easier than feeling certain, even when I’m not sure what that says about me.