I can't believe that it has been three years since I last opened Wattpad. Besides this account would forever only be a reminder of myself in the past. Maybe being here in the past years made me realize that this site made me who I am. If it wasn't for my crush then I would have never pursued my ambition as a writer someday. I sound even different, time changes us in the most unexpected way. I've learn a couple of things in writing for the past three years and it feels odd reading my old draft in The Time Paradox. Honestly before I said to myself that I'd like to continue, but my hopes went very down when I felt like getting the interest of my own genre that was way too immature back then was almost impossible. Writing wasn't simply a way for me to share this wild story I've been longing to write without any wisdom nor understanding the beauty of what our minds can make. Wattpad made me start out as a baby writer, I felt like I knew everything about how to make the perfect book but I was too young back then. It took so long for the flower to bloom and show its worth. Then after three years after reading the book I've wrote once made me shed a tear into my eye. The way I wrote made me felt like life was easy, I love how carefree I sound back then while still living in a world formed by lies. One must always know the hardships of their life, know when I compared my writing in my notebook. Everynight I write and write, read and read, growing bigger until I realized how dreadful it is to know that I'm almost approaching to the road of adulthood. Thinking about studying law for ten years, study hard in college, living by my own without depending anymore on your parents while knowing that they are growing old. The way I write right now made me realize that I wish I could go back sounding like a cringy kid when my eyes never saw the cruelty of the world. Man... it does feel quite genuine of me to write like this.
