It is relatively nice to write about myself. But, like Cornelia Funke has written in her "Inkworld" trilogy, we are all liars when it serves our purpose.

I want so many things. I want to go to Hogwarts, join the Camp Half-Blood, find the Institute and read book characters out of books. I want to be a pirate, belong to a guild called Fairy Tail and find a love so amazing there's no turning back, no falling out. I want so many things.

But I don't want to change. The way I see it, however, that's not even a choice.

There are things that are real and things that are not.

Stories are real.

People are not.

I am the constant, perpetual falling into the world of letters and words, echoes and emotions.

I am the never-ending plea for the constant listener.

I am the words, the ink, the paper.

And I am no more.

Whenever you have an idea you think I might like to write into a story, feel free to let me know. Thoughts spread like wildfire.

Ideas are the greatest weapons. I won't use them carelessly.

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