Once upon a time I found the happiness when I am writing. It is like a therapy for me. A shortcut from my daily pressure at work. But shit happens. People changes, me included. What used to make me happy is not appealing anymore. I grew another hobbies. Writing is not one of them.

Till recently. I am longing the same feeling when I am trying to find words. To finally giving a birth to something that a few people can actually read and enjoy.

Writing can actually clarify your crazy minds. To put in rest some unspoken thoughts and crazy ideas. Not for everyone though. But I do. I really do.
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