I Write Because...

I write because I want to leave a part of myself behind when I go. I want people to remember that I was capable of beautiful things, even though sometimes I was capable of ugly things too. I write because sometimes I feel alone, like no one will listen, and in those times all that is there for me is that dark ink and that paper, white as innocence and unprejudiced. I write because it takes me away to other worlds and lets me be the creator. It lets me have a choice in how things go for once. I can choose who and where and what, and, most importantly, why. I write because I am good at it, and why would you not do something that you can do well? I write because it lets me express myself in one of the only ways that I can, with complex feelings that are attached to something so simple as a written character. But, most importantly and the most simple reason of all, I write because I like it. I love it, actually.