Me and My Thoughts on Literally Everything

why

Why do I write? I saw an author write an A/N in their one shot book on why they write, and it got me thinking.

Why do I write? Why waste endless minutes fantasizing worlds where everything so amazingly perfect?

Well, the answer isn't so simple.
I'm not writing for everyone. I'm not writing to make an impact. I hope my writing has an impact, but that isn't my goal.

I'm writing because of myself. It's the only way I can save myself from...myself.

I always wrote. I always was a top writer in my class, but until eighth grade, none of that mattered to me. And then, when I got to eighth grade, everything changed.

I fought with a friend, who then abandoned me, and stopped talking to everyone associated with that person because it hurt. I was left alone in my mind, hours spent pondering how I could've worded my sentences differently. How it was all my fault.

Eventually, I put pencil to paper, and I wrote. I wrote a testament to my pain. And in turn, I found that it felt like a load off my chest after relieving myself of that pain.

Music and writing became my way out. My only way out. In music and writing, I created a more perfect world for myself. A world where people didn't call me insane because I was broken, where they didn't call me persistent because I was unsure. It was a world where I could express myself freely, and not get criticized for it.

Orchestra that year changed my life. Along with writing, it raised me above the normal world, giving me a dazzling view of the world beneath.

I don't write for anyone but myself. I write for myself because I need to.

Nowadays, I'm the girl who can be seen with a notebook writing without taking a break. I'm scared of not writing because its the only way I can save myself.