"Why don't you write a story that reflects you instead?" a friend of mine suggested when I was in a middle of a breakdown.

"Of course not! My life sucks and you want me to write about it!?" I was indeed furious and I swear I wanna punch him right in his face.

"You're not listening Jhun! I said 'a story that reflects you', not everything." he had both his hands on my shoulder. "I know how much you love to write when you're emotional." he sighed.

"I am not emotional!" I shouted and stomped both feet alternately on the ground.

"Then what do you call that?" he gestured all of me.

I shut my mouth.

"See?" he lifted his eyebrows. "I might not know you well but I know you enough." he sighed and leaned on the railing. "I know you write when you're like that and I know you're not one to seek friends and talk about your problems. So why not write something that reflects most of you and publish it somewhere like wattpad perhaps?" he turned to look at me.

The wheels in my head started turning so I stayed silent.

"In that way you'll be able to release your steam a little without getting uncomfortable."

"I write poems not stories." I said.

"So why not poems?"

"No! My poems are mine alone!" I yelled.

"Okay, okay!" he raised both hands in the air. "But just try it, okay?"

"If doesn't work?" I asked.

"You can always stop." he then gave me a knowing smile.

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You'll get to know me in my book Devoid.

Just note that it's just a reflection of my personality and attitude not my whole life. So basically, I don't belong to a wealthy family. I don't even own a laptop. I'm always on mobile. Some circumstances are true but things will be a little exaggerated since my book is a fantasy. I know you get the point.

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