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I don't really remember when I started writing, I just remember that writing made me feel good

At first, I only wrote in the form of daily diaries. I think I was about 9 years old when I received a beautiful notebook as a birthday present and, at my mother's suggestion, I turned it into a diary

I would draw colorful pictures in my notebook and write things that would embarrass me when I read them again years later

It's better to say that from the beginning of my literacy and when I learned to read and write, I was a bookworm girl, who wasn't care about what's going on around her

it was through reading that I distanced myself from the world of the other girls around me. I entered a space where there was no room for envy or even thinking about the lives of others

Probably influenced by my mother's compliments on my high reading speed and the books that my father regularly bought for me, one after another, this interest in reading books, and their mysterious world intensified

My childhood world was very simple. I think I was healthy. I don't remember any special memories from it. I just know that as I grew up, I became concerned, the world had taken on a new form

After that diary, which I kept until I was 14, I started writing stories... but I always had trouble shaping and continuing my story because I thought, well, I don't want the purpose of this story to be just entertainment... so I became more eager to learn... I wanted to know enough to be able to write a useful book (:

After that abandoned, unfinished novel, I started writing on my Instagram page. Clumsy edits and teenage text. It was where I first shared my writing with people I didn’t see. I didn’t know if they would actually like it, if they would actually read it, if they would understand what I wrote, or if there were other things that might matter to them. After a while, I lost interest in writing publicly

I went to Telegram with a small channel... I used to document my photos, texts, and favorite songs there.. And God knows how many channels I deleted because after a while I got tired of writing for others.. Then I decided to be alone.. I started my own blog inside the «BLGFA» and I wrote the rest of my words and thoughts for myself

I was only sharing some of my writings with my closest friend

Finally, after a while of solitude, I continued writing my daily life and thoughts in telegram until the war begins and internet brokedown(:

Now, if you are interested in knowing what I write here, I should say that most of the posts are about books I read, poems I like, and movies that are worth watching. Of course, sometimes I also write my thoughts and emotions, but I try to write most of the posts to share a good mood and something useful and interesting (:

 In short (Writing) is the cure for my pain