Hello.
Now I'm reading Walter Benjamin's prose. I don't know why I read books. I'm not thoughtful person. I move by passion and love. So sometimes I can't control my mind and I go crazy.
Did I tell you that I was bullied? Besides that, I have elder sister and brother. My elder sister is 15 years older than me and my elder brother is 12 years older. So when I had a certain mind I was alone in my house.
My parents had the problem? I don't think so. Once I thought that why I was such a miserable person was all my parent's fault. But it was of course silly idea. Probably I read too many books about adult children. Now I think I was bullied heavily when I was a teenager and I became such a unique person.
Anyway, I was lonely when I was a teenager. So I read a lot of books. My books, for example Haruki Murakami's "Norwegian Wood" and "Dance Dance Dance", were always good friends to talk. I talked to classmates but they laughed at me. But my books didn't laughed at me when I met them. They listened to my story completely.
Sometimes I hoped if I could write dreamlike stories. I was interested in juvenile fantasy stories and I tried to write it. But my power didn't keep on until the end of these stories. I had no talents. But I don't think it is unfortunately. I did my best so I gave up. It's the best I believe.
But I love reading and writing like this. Of course if my effort makes money, I am happy. But besides them, if my effort makes you happy, that is more grateful/thankful for me. I hope I got the talent of that. But I can't see so you see me please!
Yours.
