Sobbing in tears when I would lie on my bed at night. Sleep would cast its spell and take me to the world, where I would find my hurt feelings and emotions taking the shape of incomplete dreams and nightmares, and suddenly I would get up. My dreams not letting me go to sleep.
And every time when I woke up in the middle of the night, I would just take my pen and diary in hand and transfer my whole feelings on to the blank pages in the form of a line having a thought, view, regret, or annoyance or a heartily grief.
I shared those feelings with the people around me. Some called it foolishness, others rubbish. But there were MANY who got really impressed by my creation and would encourage me a lot.