“When I was 16, when a boy first made my heart skip a beat. I didn’t yet recognize the fluttering of my heart as words.
When I was 17, when I fell so, so low. I almost drowned on all the lonely space I was left with. I told stories to myself to ease the silence.
When I was 18, when I conquered the world. I rescued the little story teller within me, and finally, finally found my voice.”
- When did I become a writer?
m.c. - m’s thoughts