Who am I, and how did I get here?

Different stories that I have trapped in my imagination are generated from the ink of my pen. I am a lone warrior in my battle. I was a little girl at the time, lacking the strength to speak and stand up for myself. A little girl who made an effort to defend herself but was instead subjected to her own annoying and noisy cries. As I reminisced my memories, I couldn't figure out what emotion should prevail. It resembles a roller coaster that veers abruptly up and down. How ironic it is to think that I used to hurry through old age and now, here I am, wishing I could go back in time and be that little girl again.

I was only 3 years old when I developed a fondness for poetry and short stories. Who would have imagined that a 3-year-old girl who enjoys reading stories and poems would make up her own stories as she observed the trees swaying in the breeze? As someone like me who struggles to open up my true feelings, writing is the best way to pour out all the words and phrases that I have been holding in for a very long time. Writing isn't that easy to let go of because it occupies so much of my life. It is like half my life.

An ambitious, truthful, and daydreamer girl who is currently alive for 16 years, 6 months, and 25 days here on Earth is a product of an enchanted love between two lovers 16 years ago. I once imagined that I was a cartoon character living in a world of paradise, acting like pain, sadness, and anger didn't exist. I was delighted in envisioning things and making up the brightest stars in my personal constellation when, all of a sudden, reality hit me and I realized that everything was just an imagination. A daydreamer indeed.

My love for writing, poetry, and books is like a lush flower that steadily blooms and expands over time, but it does not fade like an ordinary flower. Every time the candle that lights up my creative mind slowly goes out, leading me to lose my bearings in writing, there is always a small voice inside of me saying "Stand up, continue to walk, and light the dying candle inside your heart."

My body feels as though electricity is coursing through it, awakening my dormant spirit for writing. Existing and experiencing the emotions of love, wrath, hatred, grief, and happiness provides me with the perspective to completely comprehend my own sentiments as well as those around me. When I'm worn out, creating a story or a poem helps me feel better. This has given me the courage to keep trying and putting in more effort to achieve the dreams I dream of. My mind comes alive and broadens whenever we talk about writing. This was my first love, and this is also where I found the happiness I had been searching for a long time. I will never be able to compare the euphoria it gives me to anything else since it is wholly unique. Nothing substantial can take its place in my heart since it has a special place for me. It's an honor to share the stories I am currently working on. I hope you all find it enjoyable to read.

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