This is the zine I wrote when silence was louder than screams. When I had nothing left but words and rage. Inside is not just a letter — it’s a document of resistance. It was born from sleepless nights, closed doors, and a voice screaming for space. If you've ever felt invisible, too late, too loud, too harsh — this is for you. Own it not just as a zine, but as a piece of someone who refused to disappear.

This is the zine I wrote when silence was louder than screams. When I had nothing left but words and rage. Inside is not just a letter — it’s a document of resistance. It was born from sleepless nights, closed doors, and a voice screaming for space. If you've ever felt invisible, too late, too loud, too harsh — this is for you. Own it not just as a zine, but as a piece of someone who refused to disappear.