Reality | Fiction

The line separating me between my Wonderland is the rabbit hole I must pass through.

I'm still figuring out what type of author am I. Or if I'm even an author at all.

If I ever feel the need to talk to someone so I could say my feelings out loud, 
I talk to my pen. I talk to no one but my pen.

I barely write. But I love to write.
I love to draw. But I barely draw anything.

Hello, I'm Almost Alice. :) It's a pleasure to meet you.
Would you like to have tea with me? 
Don't worry, it's not poisoned. 

Not Yet.