miriam

miriam's the mopey artist type, though her reputation says otherwise. refer to her as such and the kids at school would probably laugh, asking if you meant "the redhead bitch" instead. but the thing is: neither of you would be wrong.

despite the way her sharp exterior would make it seem, she's a girl who's always in her head and her feelings. of course she'd never admit this to anyone but her journal, but there's no need for guessing when it makes itself evident in her art; the amount of times she writes about pain, agony, and the relentless onslaught of mortal suffering should really give it away. should you bring this up to her, she'll insist it's solely for dramatic purposes... only if she doesn't tell you to fuck off about it first.

everyone's got their local misery chick. yours might be clad in all black, found in cemeteries, or fascinated with human viscera. maybe all of the above. but when it comes to joyce beach, the reality is a little underwhelming; it's just got this girl named miriam. some of the kids call her emo because she's into sad shit. others think she's so depressed that it must be the reason she never retouches her roots.

miriam often jokes that her life would be the perfect backdrop for a tired spiel about how misunderstood the unconventional are among their peers, but fret not—she doesn't want your pity for it. more than anything, she just wants to avoid talks of being sent to the madhouse over so-called "concerning" material in her work. (does no one know what hyperbole is anymore?)

miriam's penchant for confessional-style writing isn't just a symptom of teenage angst, however; a lot of it stems from a volatile personal life between her family, friends, and herself. putting her thoughts to paper helps to temporarily extinguish the flames, though she wishes it could prevent them altogether. it's something she's trying to work on.