I feel freed from the weight my thoughts create in my head when I write. I read a novel or write my thoughts in a notebook for headaches caused by stress.

I listen to my friends’ troubles, but I don’t like to spread sadness to people by telling them about my troubles. All my troubles are locked in papers (or pc).

I can get carried away very quickly. If it’s a logical and emotional topic, these feelings turn into passion. If not, it disappears into the depths of my mind. Of course, sometimes this can cost too many hours and money. However, I don’t worry about them, I say it’s all experience and try to learn from them.

I live with contradictory ideas and emotions to my bones. I neither compromise my realism nor give up on my utopian dreams. I keep every idea that belongs to me, that comes out of me, no matter how crazy, and I add dreams after dreams.