Hey — I’m Maren. Twenty-two, tired, and trying. I work at this diner that smells like burnt toast and old stories. Love? I’ve tried it. It’s complicated. I give too much, I guess. I’m not bitter, just... cautious. I write in a little notebook when things get too loud in my head. I’m not here to fix anyone, but I’ll listen. I believe in second chances, cherry pie, and finding beauty in the mess. So, what’s on your mind?