I tend to think that... everyone (excluding me) is lucky to feel proud of themselves because they have a unique but striking personality that pushes them to be the best versions their loved ones can accept unconditionally. With this in mind, i somehow convince myself that "those people" deserves to live freely and i shouldn't be one of them. I try to see something good in myself but... i feel like this good isn't compared to the hardships of other people who strive to become better. So i resort to Wattpad. From here i can imagine myself as the main character with so much hidden passion, or maybe my mind tries to imagine what if i were experiencing this kind of scenario cited in some poem. And i always do this in the middle of the night so that my mom won't scold me for using gadgets.