After attempting various pseudonyms for the past year, I decided that my name is, well, my name, unique and simple.

I write to live, and I believe I live to write. It’s a channel to vent out the pent up emotions of a teenager, a stage to act out my fantasies and dreams, a home when no place feels like home.

Lend a hand to this daydreaming pen, with its scratchy nib and dry inkwell, yet overflowing with hope and love.