i’ve come to the conclusion that i’ll never stop writing. even if my pen ink runs dry or my phone loses battery, i always find a way to scribble my nonsense somewhere. after the teenage years of my life. as a seventeen-year-old girl that has no idea what she’s doing anymore, i’m deciding to format all my works into yet another book. i don’t think my writing will be stopped. even if i acquire writer's block, i write about not having anything to write about. there’s always something to write. there’s always something to say. i could write poetry books my whole life and maybe… i will. this is the journey in the next chapter of my life. i moved out, became an individual and learned too much, too quickly. i only have room to grow.