I have a little book. 
I take it everywhere with me.
It holds my deepest secrets
My strongest feelings.
It's like a best friend who knows everything.
Every burden I have to feel
Every stone that went in my way
Every time I fell
And every time I stood up again.

I write shitty poetry that doesn't rhyme, and start a thousand books just to finish not one.
Black tea and reading are my reasons to live. I can't survive a day without music.
I have loads of plants in my room and my endless pillows comfort me in a way no one can. 
Except for special people.