Diary of an average author

Writers

Once when I was sitting with my friend, Maddy, one of her friends, Galaxy came to sit by us. I wasn't on wattpad then. I only used to write in my diary. I had three of such diaries in my hands then, and Maddy and I were discussing a piece of poetry I had written. Or maybe it was some random scene? I don't remember much.

Galaxy sat by us and asked about the diaries. I told her what they were and her eyes widened.

"You're a writer?!?!" She asked surprised. I guess she hadn't met any before. "What do you write?"

I was then writing "dear dad's diary"  in my own diary, so I told her so.

Then she asked "can I ask you something if you don't mind?"

"Of course" I told her. Why would I mind?

Maddy, who is also a poet but sadly  not on wattpad, looked at Galaxy too, one of her eyebrows raised.

"Why do you write?" Was her question. And I paused.

Why do I write? I asked my self. I hadn't exactly thought that before.
There could be many reasons. I didn't know what to say to her.

"Because I heard that all writers are heart broken" she continued. "So I wanted to confirm"

I laughed internally. Heart broken...

"No." I told her, with a smile. "I'm not heart broken."

"Oh." She said. "Then why do you write?"

"I just have too many thoughts." I shrugged. "Have to take them out, now don't I?"

Galaxy nodded and asked if she could read my diary. But that question stuck to me.

Why do I write? I still ask my self.

Many answers occur to me.

Because I like to write... because it is relaxing... because I have to do something with these voices in my head which scream at me that 'this is an awesome story! You should write it'... because I  have so many words unsaid... because I want to leave an encoded message for someone... because it's a good way of spreading smiles... because I have the skill to... because it's the only thing I'm good at.... because it's what keeps me sane....

But I end up telling myself after all this,

I just have so many thoughts, I have to take 'em out.