Sometimes, I feel like a “bad” woman because I don’t know how to make crafts.
I feel like, someday, I’ll find a craft that I can do — a craft that I have a real passion for.
I’ve thought about making zines, but I’m not very handy with paper and scissors. I couldn’t even make paper snowflakes, back when I was in kindergarten.
I suppose, for me, writing is the closest I get to crafting, to creating, to making something out of nothing.
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