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Why I write
Have you ever thought why I write? Why do you think that I openly express everything I feel to you? Is it because I trust you? Is it because I love you and everything about you, from the glint in your eye to the curve of your lip? Those are some good reasons, but that is only part of the story, my story. I write to you because it makes me happy, I write to you because it helps me get things off of my chest. Deep down though, I know that I write because I feel depressed. I feel that I bother you when I want to talk to you, I feel that I'm getting in your way because you always look uninterested. I know that you care, deep down, but I still feel alone. I want to be happy, and I want to feel wanted again, but I can't do that until I feel that you want to be with me. I'm sorry that I feel that way, and I want to let you know that I'm getting better every day, just don't give up on me. I write because if I don't, you won't know who I am, you won't know what I've done, you wouldn't care, and don't you dare give me that bullshit saying that you're there and that everybody cares and loves me. This isn't a perfect world where pictures of sugarplums and fairies that fly and flutter around this fucked up world. Grow up and learn who you are so that you can survive. I write because that kid next door that gets beat every day doesn't have a voice for himself. I write because I want their stories to get heard, so that they will be remembered. I write, because I want to be a voice for the voiceless, a light in this absence of emotions. I write for the strong acts of the weak. I write for the weak acts of the strong, because they are human just as we are. In all honesty, we're all weak and just want someone to be the voice of truth for us, but remember, this isn't a perfect world. We all have fights, we all have tried, we all want to rise up to the plate, to never give up and die. We are warriors against our best friend and our worst enemy, ourselves. We all want to be ok again, but this isn't a perfect world, and that is why I write. I write for me, and I write for you. I write for the wise, and I write for the fool. I write for the hopeful, and I write for the helpless. But most of all, I write because I love you.
