Since I was young, My mom would always scold me for writting nonsense on the back of my notebook. She will always buy me a new one, cause the pages never lasts until one month. Anyways, years passed and my grade level started to accelerate, I'm not really good at making friends but when I was grade 4, I have this seatmate who would always talk to me even if I ignore her she will always find a way to get to me no matter what. That person keeps on bugging me, on lunch and in classes. But I never knew this person was just like me. Who loves to write god knows what on the back of its notebook. We are a little different though, she writes whatever she has on her imaginations unlike me I write random things. But that's the beggining why I'm starting to love writing stories. Not just for the benefit of the readers but with this I feel like I can visualize my imaginations. And I can make anything happen. Isn't it amazing.. 


Lol, if you noticed wrong grammars just be understanding (*'∇｀*)