PinnedThe Beginning of My Writing JourneyBefore I ever called myself a writer, I was just a reader,Apr 2568Apr 2568
I Was the Quiet Kid, and That Was Never a WeaknessI Grew Up Quiet. That Doesn’t Mean I Had Nothing to Say3d ago173d ago17
I Forced Myself to Finish This BookWhy It Took Me Months to Finish This Novel and What I Learned About Pain and Personal Growth5d ago185d ago18
The Fear of Being Known Too DeeplyMost people aren’t right when they say they don’t like meeting strangers, even while sitting somewhere alone they often fantasize about…May 913May 913
I Never Wanted to Be a Listener, But They Found Me AnywayI never wanted to be a listener, I tried to run away from it many timesMay 78May 78
The Beautiful Madness Inside My HeadAs soon as I have known myself, I felt small bangs in my head, and from that time they are expanding continuouslyMay 515May 515