I’ve always hated socializing. It’s not that I don’t like people—I just feel out of place in crowds, awkward when conversations stretch too long, and drained when I try too hard to fit in. It feels like I’m always searching for the right words but never finding them at the right time.
But writing? Writing is different. It’s where I don’t have to worry about awkward pauses or missteps. It’s my way of speaking without being interrupted, my escape from a world that feels too loud and chaotic.
When I write, I can create my own world—one where I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. My characters become my friends, my stories become my voice, and in them, I feel understood.
People might see me as quiet or even anti-social, but they don’t realize that my words live on the pages of my stories. I may not say much out loud, but if you read what I write, you’ll see every thought, every dream, and every emotion I hold back in real life.
So, if you ever wonder why I’d rather be alone with a pen and paper than at a party, it’s because this is where I feel alive—where I can be unapologetically me.
