Hi. My name isn’t Juliette. But sometimes I feel like my romantic life is a Shakespearean tragedy, committing proverbial suicide pacts with 100 wrong Romeos. They go off script and walk into the wings, out of character, while I swallow the poison every single time.

Well I’m tired of killing myself. Go fuck yourself, Romeo. From now on, I fake death for no man. I love my friends. I love my city. And I love my adventures. I’m just Juliette. And these are my stories.