You're kidding, right? Then again, the question/prompt is already placed here, so I might as well answer it properly. By far, the only hobby I'm aware of is writing. Like nonstop. Listing things, journaling, fiction writing ー you name it. It felt to me that out of all that I've done since elementary to discover what I truly want to do in life, writing might have been the last thing to enter my mind. Then again, my imagination is something, as well. It led me to discover that, though I can't believe that I had to go through a rejection from a love confession a long time ago for me to fully realize that and truly delve into it. It's crazy.
Writing as a hobby has always been my companion since then. And honestly, it's only through writing that I've been able to avoid doing something stupid and irreversible at the same time. Being the eldest hasn't been easy. Being the eldest who couldn't provide a thing for her family is self-degrading. Being the eldest who couldn't help deeming herself as useless and worthless is enough to challenge the way I handle my mental health. It's in writing that I've been able to find solace through the combined power of my imagination and the words I'm writing. It's in writing that I find hope in which things will be fine soon.
I owe a lot to this articular hobby I have.
🌸Florence Joyce🌸
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