My eternal confident, always present, day and night. It allows me to be my true self; a free bird flying high. Writing transforms this nightmare into a dream, a world full of imagination that makes me feel at home. Peaceful melodies are all I can hear, no shouting, no talking it's just quiet and perfect. I get lost in the words written on the paper, it makes me feel like I finally belong. Free writing, no pressure, no need to be perfect, no grammar. What I express stays between me and my three best friends. My paper doesn't judge me for what I am writing, my pencil doesn't stop when I feel guilty, and writing strengthens the bond between all of us. It became my rock, stronger than the soft pillow that used to absorb my