Why I Write

I began writing as a child.

I wrote because I wanted to have a voice; I wanted to be heard.

I was so use to being ignored, but with a pencil in my hand I felt important.

Although I finally escaped the torture of my childhood, I still continue to find comfort in the joining of pencil and paper.

I write to get all the thoughts in my head down on paper.

I write when I am happy, sad, mad, confused, or just content.

I write because it is easier to express myself on paper than it is in person.

I write because I want to show people that you do not have to handle your life struggles alone.

With a pencil and a piece of paper, you too can let those around you into your heart and soul.

When that happens, you can finally learn how to love and be loved in return.