This isn't a self-help book. It's a war cry for the creative who's still broke, bruised, and burning.

At 25, you're supposed to have answers.

A stable job. A clean apartment. A relationship that doesn't feel like a collapsing star. You're supposed to be "on your way"—to somewhere, to someone, to something that makes the chaos feel worth it.

But what if you're not? What if all you've got is a notebook, a browser full of half-started submissions, a phone full of people you don't talk to anymore, and a brain that won't shut the hell up?

This Is Where Lonely Hearts Go is a manifesto for the misfits—writers, artists, thinkers, and feelers—who are sick of pretending they've got it all together. It's for the ones still figuring it out, still making ends meet, still trying to believe their voice matters in a world addicted to noise.

Each chapter punches through the illusions: that success is linear, that vulnerability is weakness, that you should be further ahead by now. It's about killing your idols, trusting your instincts, and learning to write even when no one's watching—especially then.

You won't find advice here.

You'll find truth. Brutal, hilarious, lonely, defiant truth.

Stories from the middle of the mess. Lessons scraped together from heartbreak, rejection letters, caffeine highs, and nights when the only thing louder than the silence is your own doubt.

This book is your permission to stop chasing perfection.

To bleed onto the page.

To stay hungry.

To write like your life depends on it—because maybe it does.

You haven't peaked. You're not behind. You're just getting started.