Why I Write.
My writing feels alive.
It brightens my mood when I am down, and makes me feel less alone. It comforts me in times of solitude like a friend would.
My writing is draining.
It leaves me with no energy, and takes up all my time. It robs me of speech, it uses because all the words I could say have been written down.
My writing is intuitive and free.
It flows naturally from brain to paper, not needing to think or second guess anything. It follows a logical pattern that can’t be explained.
My writing is constrained.
It is structured, and completed by deadlines. It follows a prompt and adheres to it perfectly.
My writing is dense and heavy.
It is full of emotional depth and longing. It invokes emotions that can only be expressed through writing.
My writing is light and full of air.
It is expressive, and has a carefree tone.
My writing is helpful.
It teaches me things about myself I am too afraid to say out loud. It allows me to express myself in the best way I know.
My writing hurts me.
It makes me realize things that I don’t like about myself. It forces me to confront my past.
My writing is my life, and I accept it all.
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