Words have always been my most precious companion. I specifically used "words" and not "books" or "literature", because this is what is: my obsession. I love creating new phrases, uncommon occurrences of wording, neologisms.... And I know I have a knack for it. During my education, from primary school I've been an active participant of many extracurricular activities such as extra classes on creative writing, acting which helped me develop my mindset and made me aware on how these little nuances while writing, speaking or letting silence exist are. I discovered how wondrous letters can be, how immeasurable potential they possess and that I want to possess them thus, possess the aforementioned potential.  I have succeeded in some literal competitions and my teachers did not fail to say how much they admired my spirit, determination and creativity. Many times they were shocked by it and how original, atypical my writing was.

I'm a bookworm, of course. It means I have come across many diverse styles of written works - and it helps to understand how to create them. I know what I must do to not only draw the reader into the world I create, but also how to make it worth their eyesight, my tears, imagination, time and most of all exposing myself and my deepest scars along with unsaid dreams. Each and every time, although painfully rough, always gives me the fulfilment I seek. And every time it turns out not to be enough, because I want more and more, I want to create, weave the words as though they were the threads of human soul and I want more of this feeling of being whole. Of existing.