I have ten thousand reasons to write.I own tons of notepads and pens to jot down anything under the sun.

The books I possess reveal my passion.What bind the pages of each story is my greatest love for the knowledge and lesson they render.

Behind my little smiles,cold eyes and deep mind is a girl who experienced unbearable pain,and haunting distress.

Tell me every hurtful word existing in the dictionary.Slap me with your insults.Detest me. I am no longer capable of giving a flying fuck.
Time,pain and my sufferings molded me into the numb person that I am right now.

He's the reason why my bittermouth became so rebellious.He's the reason why sadness invaded me.He's the reason why I write lonely poetries and sing sorrowful songs.He's the reason for my sleepless nights and muffled cries.