Right from the start when she learns how to read she is always keeps on reading, reading and reading and very appreciative about what she have read. Writing for her in her own thoughts is her enemy.
Just reading, reading and reading to etceteras….
When she grew up in her teenage she is an innocent, ignorant, observant, creative, artistic, thoughtful…. But to love her the way she is is not closed to her. She loves more music like those beautiful lovely old songs and put all her misseries by listening to it.
For her, she has a beautiful heart which she just condidered and learned through from her readings so she is thinking now to put her pain into writings.
But no, this is not me! Writing, writing, writing is my enemy even if a have a very good penmanship and always thinking good ideas but no, not me! I will rather try for you… Just let me read or otherwise listens me to music with those old songs.. Why? Just give me a reason and that’s enough!
From: The character of an anonymous