I loved watching tv, and I read many books.
Books about how people would have an unhappy time working for a company, and
then they would suddenly find an outlet for their creativity and end up doing
that. These stories made me think a lot. Will I be
happy doing law? Fighting for justice?
I had already started studying for my
entrance exams, but I did not like the process. I continued writing, because
that was my only escape from legal aptitude tests. I wrote when I fought with
friends, when I was hurt, when I was so happy that I could dance. I put down
questions regarding myself, and I ended up answering them by the end of the
page. It was a crazy feeling.

