A blank page, waiting to be written on. That's what I thought. Writing is never my expertise. Even if I thought I'm just cramming all these words. I’m not telling you a lie though, I can spark some interest.

Who am I kidding.

I feel bad about myself sometimes. Not because I let myself in this state.

I am an idiot. No, not that kind of idiot. The kind of idiot where you were like, wing it and pretend nothing has happened kind.

I might need something else to do. This might help, a bit. I wouldn't lie if I want to let it all out.