I am a toymaker, a very ambitious one at that. I created my dolls using my own hands; sweats and tears have been shed so many times just to make each and every doll different and perfect in their own way. Passion, that’s what I have the most, passion to be the number one toymaker around the whole world; passion to be loved and appreciated by many people of different ages; lastly the passion to continuously see my dolls be loved by their owners. I am a toymaker, the one who wants to exceed everyone’s expectations.

                I am a person, a very lonely one at that. Friends and Family, I have none of those, lifeless body of woods carved into dolls, of porcelain made into dolls that’s all I have around me. Loving and hugging someone, feeling their soft skin touch mine, that’s what I always long for. Greed and Envy runs through my veins as I painstakingly spend all my time in constructing the toy that I wished everyone will love.  I am a person after all and feeling like this, shouldn’t it be normal? All I want is be loved like how my dolls are being loved.

                Isn’t it funny? I wish for love and appreciation for my works but deep inside me, I loathe the dolls that I formed. They are being loved by many, appreciated and taken care of, while I’m here, hiding behind their shadows and waiting for someone to take notice. I am a nobody.

OTL. I am very for a very very very short update... I lost my train of thoughts and   bam, this is where it ended..but hopefully, there will be more updates to come.. i will try my best.