You know that moment when you want to write and the idea is there, but it isn’t well gathered yet? I don’t know if I’m the only one who feels so much to write yet at the same time has nothing to put in the book.

When a lecturer introduced me to this group, I felt excited. I thought, wow, I’m going to write until my hand aches. But after a few days of writing, I found myself already neglecting it.

Still, I just want to say this: even though there is so much to write about, I’m currently in a space of not knowing what to put down. And maybe that’s okay. Who cares? This, too, is something… right?