I’ve always been a thoughtful person, so when you ask, write 100 words, lot of ideas flood my head. Becoming almost overwhelming, write this, write that. What to do, what to think, what to write. I could write about love, or hate, or emotions undefinable with words. I could write, or I couldn’t. It’ll only matter to you if I post it. Do you read into what I write, or do you just see a person, Freyja. do you even see me as a person? Do I really exist to you? Oh well, I’ll just write, and you’ll read.