The poems I write at 3 am while listening to music in bed. Here it is, to the emotional, to the drunk, to the lost.  Or you can use these poetry as a inspiration for your fanfics, let me know if you want to put it on your foreward. You'll cry, I promise!   -Consists of microstories and poems and journals.    [P]: Will be for poems.     [J]: Will be for journals

This is a journal of a girl. A teenage girl with a very normal life. Her true feelings will slowly be unvailed. Is she kind-hearted as she views herself as or is she just a selfish person?  

CZ, a 14-year-old new student in Johore International Junior High School who discovers adventures during her school life journey, until she met Iqbal, a 15-year-old Junior High's King who is from Indonesia, told everything about his life for being an orphan. They and their friends spent most of their time together until they have found a strange-looking marble from the reading hut. At night, CZ accidently inside the marble and met four penguins from her favourite franchise movie, and w

This is just a rant that probably should be a blog instead of a story, but I am making it a story. This is the first thing I have written since I discovered the key of writing. Please forgive the format.

Sometimes, i wonder why people exist. I wonder what purpose we are achieving just doing the things we doing everyday for personal reasons. I wonder what people are thinking about me right this second. Do you know how much i just tried living as a normal person, a normal human who just wanted privacy and to live a normal teenage life? Someone who just wanted to live peacefully, not intruded by peer pressure and influences? I'm a typical 15 year old. Everyday seems the same