Writing came into my life when I was eleven. My parents have a high expection for me to excel academically, and so I'd always been inside my room, studying. Even now, the feelings still lingered in one corner – I remember – that was how I started to write – to escape. 

And so, writing becomes my escapism. I can be anything apart from being me; it felt like a dream and everything just seemed to fall in the right places.

For once I thought to myself that one's life can be so much fun even without trying so hard.

Life is to live – the hardest thing to do is not leaving, but stay true to yourself, and move on.