The times that I’m having a very strong urge to write could never be numbered. As a matter of fact, a pen and papers, yes, hundred reams of it, are always there, calling and yelling and screaming out of the way I disregard them. I always wanted to write down my everyday life but what I fear is that I’ll come to a point when I start to over-analyze things, again. Writing feels inexplicably wonderful and next to eating, it is personally in my list of the things that I love and enjoy to do the most. To become a well-known writer is my ultimate dream but how could I if I cant even face and cherish the wonders of every emotions that I have?
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