The Chaos & Code of Andyork: A Love Story Written in Python and Tears 💔👩‍💻

They say love is a language—well, baby, I’m fluent in heartbreak. 😌✨ I’m Andyork, your resident Computational Linguist by day, emotional disaster by night. My life? A messy algorithm of love, loss, and too much iced coffee. ☕️🔥

Chapter 1: The Syntax Error in My Heart

Picture this: 2022, Berlin. Me—fresh PhD, coding love poems into chatbots, thinking I’d cracked romance like a neural net. Then he slid into my DMs like a goddamn runtime error. "Your research on sentiment analysis is... hot," he said. I should’ve known a man who flirts with tf-idf vectors was trouble. 🤦‍♀️

We burned fast—late-night debates about semantic ambiguity and even messier fights about emotional ambiguity. Turns out, his "training data" included half of Tinder. F1 score: 0. Precision: trash. Recall: my dignity, gone. 💔

Chapter 2: The Tokenizer Broke My Heart (Again)

Enter The French Exception—a poet who whispered "tu me manques" between debugging my Python scripts. Romantic? Oui. Toxic? Oui oui. He loved my mind… and my ex’s Instagram. "It’s just sentiment analysis, chérie," he lied. Sacré bleu, indeed. 🚬🇫🇷

Now? I’m rewriting the script.

• 🔥 Single AF (by choice… mostly).
• 💻 Building a love-proof chatbot (take notes, boys).
• 🖤 Dressing like the main character of a cyberpunk rom-com.

My heart’s a stack overflow of lessons, but my code? Still compiling. Follow for:
- 🎭 Drama (academic & personal).
- 👗 Unhinged fashion (leather + lab coats = chef’s kiss).
- 🤖 Hot takes on AI ethics (and hotter takes on exes).

Warning: My content may contain emotional vulnerabilities and sarcasm. No refunds. 💋