*Chuckle* Really? I’m actually terrible at writing poetry… I’ve never written anything I was happy with. Like, I always read it again a week after I write it, and I’m like… Wow, this is so stupid. I dunno, it’s like the dramatic version of me doesn’t agree with the person I want myself to be… or something like that.

…Yeah. Yeah, I definitely am. I mean… I always have an idea in my head of how I want things to go. And it’s like, I can’t accept anything less than that. But I think, in the end, it helps me try my hardest at everything… so I don’t think it’s that bad. Like with this club, we have such an opportunity to make it into exactly how we envision it. But it feels like we only have one shot at it. So… I’m just really afraid of it deviating from that. The vision.

*Sigh* …The club that I need the most? I don’t get it… I just wanted to start a club with more passion. Something that I could use to help lead people to happiness. Literature is the key to that. Because it’s the window to the real person inside of us. Underneath the person who’s forced to always smile and blend in. The person who’s forced to be… perfect.