I wasn’t okay for a while, so one of my friends got me a notebook and encouraged me to write. I loved it so much, its papers were white that’s closer to yellow. Its cover was purple with lavender flowers. It really had that magical look! I used to write a lot of my thoughts. Sometimes, I note that I had a beautiful day, sometimes I write about a childhood trauma that I can’t get over for like 15 years. Sometimes, I write about how much I feel disappointed in the whole world, and sometimes I write about how this world has a lot of nice things. I used to write, with all pain, with all happiness when I did something I love. This was how writing affected my life, so light, and helped me open up with those things that I hide within me.