Stories are never my forte. I still believe poetry and blogging are what I’m best at. In poems, I don’t have to build characters and plot—I just follow my heart. In blogging, I just casually talk to you—like writing in a diary. Creating an entire world of your own, characters, settings, main and side stories, well, it’s SO hard.
Four years ago, I stopped believing in alternate universes or sheer luck and whatnot. I told myself to stop with my make-believe and delusions. My brain can’t handle any more of that. Well, four years ago, I also stopped believing in my dreams, and here I am now living it. Life is a funny thing. Annoyingly funny.