My name's Quen. I'm from the Western Pacific Ocean. The daughter of starry sky and thunderbolt. A demigod of Zeus.

My mother asked me “How was school?” though I know its not okay yet I still say “Fine” I am confused, frustrated and it leads me to engage myself crying. I need words than can enlighten me. I need courage and strength though I know I already had. I am an Oak Tree.

That feeling of regret and burden in yourself. I shared this to everyone but they don’t understand how it feels inside of me.