Honestly everything in my life is fucked up but here we go.
I love writing, I do. Writing just doesn't love me. I've started and stopped about a hundred stories over the years. I have genius ideas floating around in this head! But I always stop and never continue. I'm almost eighteen years old, about to go off to college and pursue theater, but I'm still stuck on writing. I have to do it. I will publish something someday. Because if I don't, I will sincerely regret it. And I don't want to live a life with regrets. 
Hopefully something miraculous happens and I publish something in 2017.