This is one of those books that’s hard to pin down. It’s not your typical coming-of-age story—it’s grittier, more chaotic, and laced with a kind of existential dread that feels way too real. If you’re into books that explore the dark, unfiltered side of being young and lost, this one hits. The writing is beautifully unhinged. It’s poetic without trying too hard, and it pulls you deep into the narrator’s psyche, whether you want to be there or not. It also takes a brutally honest look at mental health. It doesn’t romanticize self-destruction, but it also doesn’t shy away from it. The main character’s struggles with self-worth, relationships, and identity feel raw and achingly relatable. It’s not about “fixing” things—it’s about existing in the mess. It honestly felt a little too raw and real to my own life at times. Overall, I enjoyed this book more than I thought I was going to. It’s messy, painful, and weirdly hypnotic.