I fill them in with perfect black ink. The letters are small and traced with thought. I love the way the paper looks so wonderful blank, ready to be filled with ideas. Then when it's full, I am so excited to read my own writing. Egotistical, right? Perhaps, but of course I do not think that way. I think. I think too much, according to the common human. Live life, love life, write life! In notebooks.
-Lithiya
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