Hi! I'm Kelly. I've been writing stories since I could write, often filling my school notebooks with whatever came to mind.

This is a safe space for LGBT+ readers and most of my stories have sapphic themes/characters.

JOURNAL

June 24, 2025:

I don't know if I should ever trust a hopeful feeling when it comes to relationships of any kind.

Things are usually good for a while; five months max. And then it turns to shit. I'm alone again, reeling and sick.

I'm wondering why I allowed the same exact thing to play out just because it was slightly different.

But that hopeful side is still alive and kicking. And I tell myself that all I need to find is one person who'll understand and love me. Just one.