There’s something strangely satisfying about putting thoughts into words, even if no one ever reads them. It’s like shouting into the wind—pointless, maybe, but cathartic as hell.
I started Scribbles in the Dark because my head is too full. Too many ideas, too many frustrations, too many things left unsaid. Some of it matters. Some of it doesn’t. But all of it needs somewhere to go, and social media isn’t the place.
I don’t want likes. I don’t want comments. I just want a space where I can be raw, unfiltered, and unapologetic. Where I can be frustrated about the state of the world one moment and nostalgic about an old typewriter the next.
So, here we are. No rules. No expectations. Just words.
Welcome to Scribbles in the Dark.