What if i want to be a writer. What if i want to be one of those writers with pointful storys and happy endings.
One of those little hotshots with lovely languauge and perfect, tiny details.
One of those who doesn’t have to think, just write. What if i want to be one of them.
For now, i’m just someone without a way, without a place and without a lover. That’s the biggest difference between me and the hotshots.
I think this would be a great day to change that fact.