Since I was five years old, since I learnt to hold a pen in my hand, since I felt the rush of all the possibilities this story could contain, I knew I wanted to be an author.

I am fourteen now. That rush has never left me.

However, even though I know what I want to be, I have never been certain on who I want to be.

I mean, I know the basics of the simple traits I admire: kindness, understanding, calm, confident (but not overly) and respect for others. I suppose, growing up creating all these characters full of depth and whom are all unique to me, has caused me to feel like I need to be unique to the world. I have always felt I would never be happy with a “normal” life. I would never be happy with being a “normal” girl.

I would never be happy having a “normal” story.

The problem with this, was I would meet people with qualities I suddenly desired; and I would find myself unconsciously chasing after them. On the surface, I define myself by my passion for writing, my love of making videos, my adoration of acting. But deeper down, I don’t know what makes me unique.

So I don’t really know how I ended up here , I guess I am hoping that if I can write about me, I may actually figure out who me is.

But, I am only fourteen after all. So…What Do I Know?