FRACTURE

I never really had the chance to explore my writing skills. I don’t really understand yet what good writing actually is, but I’m pretty sure I’ll figure it out. Right now, it feels like I’m just guessing words—and this entry seems meaningless. But maybe every great masterpiece started from this exact uncomfortable stage. Maybe I just need to keep writing without judging it too early—there will be plenty of people willing to do that for me.

I’m quite sensitive when it comes to expressing myself. If you ask me personal questions, there’s a high chance I’ll avoid most of them. Also, the game I hate the most is Truth or Dare.

I don’t hate the game itself. It’s just that I feel uncomfortable sharing personal parts of my life with people I barely know, or with friends I haven’t known for long—even with my parents, who have been there for me my whole life.

Maybe I struggle with trust more than I realize. Opening up doesn’t always feel easy for me. So instead of opening up to people, I thought of expressing myself to a blank sheet of paper. At least paper doesn’t betray!