u/I_love_boobs111

He sells bad quality copper.

We each are enough of a company for our own selves.

I literally know nothing about how to write a webnovel. I do not know how to how to write an outline. I do not know how to write a chapter with the help of an outline. Please help!!!

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I can't believe that while I worry about job, college and my family finances at the age of 16 in this third world country, there are kids out there enjoying life, enjoying their hobbies, doing what they want to or just having fun.

I just wish life would be a little more kind to all others like me, even if not me.

For me it's, This is Separation by Mr. Tree.

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This dream is at least 6 or 7 years old. All I know is I had it 1 or 2 yrs after my father's death. In that dream, there was a girl with shoulder length hairs on a bicycle, and I was lost, she took me my home and there was literally no one. It was as empty, as void as it could be. And then she hugged me and I started crying. After crying, I went outside of the house and everywhere it was just flat, empty. No buildings, no houses, no tress, nothing, just plain earth and empty space all around. And the short haired girl started cycling and I was sitting behind her, my arms wrapped around her and we just kept on going.

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And then I woke up.

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I cannot express how much effect this dream actually had on me. Like for a year or two after that dream, I kept on searching for girls like her. But at that time I didn't know english and in my native language there Isn't any word for tomboy. I was so smitten by her, I literally fell in love with a dream. And sometimes when alone at night or life is going really stressful, I still think about that girl from the dream.

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Just as the question says.

This little life of ours

Each day pours out of the cup -

Drop by drop, bit by bit,

till we are no longer able to write

Poems about our strange little life.