My Open Journal Entries.
My Pieces 

This piece got taken down by Meta. Too real, maybe. Too raw. It’s not about su!cide. It’s about what happens before. The silence. The shame. The systems that fail. A man jumped off GMall’s 4th floor. I couldn’t stop writing. This is what came out: grief, rage, reflection, and the quiet plea that maybe next time... someone notices.

Migraine hit mid-dinner. By midnight, I was puking by the roadside like a hungover college kid... except it was just exhaustion, pride, and bad luck. My guy? Stayed by my side, bag in hand, like love in a denim jacket. This open journal is about pain, care, and the beautiful absurdity of being human.

Not your typical "About Me." This is where the resume ends and the messy, honest life begins. I’m Kooks—a project manager, bibliotherapist, ex-dollar mule, mom, and walking contradiction. This site’s part portfolio, part open journal, and part therapy session I didn’t book. Come for the credentials, stay for the chaos.