Sometimes I’m shy, but when I’m close to someone, I open up like a book. I love the rain, coffee without sugar, and music that sounds like it understands you better than anyone else. I believe every day is a new page, and it’s up to me what it will become.

Maybe that’s why I dream of becoming a writer — I want my words to one day find their way into someone’s heart. I study journalism, read a lot, and keep a diary where I write down everything — from strange dreams to sudden thoughts. My friends say I’m too sensitive, but I see it as my strength: only those who feel deeply can truly understand.

We are the last artists of meaning in a world that is in itself neutral: each of our actions either adds light to the dark corners of existence or leaves them empty.