Writing has never been easy. It's not for those who live by words, let alone those who feel alien to them. I don't know how to write, Iisay this because, truly, every time itry, I feel like i'm failing at something: an emotion that won't come out, an idea that crumbles, a sentence that rings false. iIt's strange, isn't it? Publishing a book and titling it "DON'T KNOW WRITE" isn't a surrender but a declaration of honesty; it's the starting point, not the point where I stop. The book isn't a novel but a collection of pages born in moments when i felt i had to say something, even if i didn't know how. It's a collection of thoughts that found me before i could even give them form. There are reflections, confessions, and everything i've written, perhaps i did it knowing i didn't know how, but despite everything, i kept going because, even if i don't know how to write, i know where words lead, and often they lead exactly where they need to go. If the reader feels out of place in front of a blank page, believing that there are too many or too few words, then perhaps we could meet on these very pages for understand my attempt.