When I was younger, I used to write a lot. I would type up stories and print them out for my friends to read. I liked the way it felt, knowing someone was interested in the words swirling around in my mind. Nowadays, I don't write at all. The desire or craving just isn't there—but this book changed that. It reminds me of the times I stayed up late to write, even when I had school the next morning. It reminds me of feeling alive, letting all these words I've been carrying inside me finally find a way out. It reminds me that it's okay to be confused, unsure, and young