Why do I write?
Because fictional men are hot.
Harry Potter? Ten points for Gryffindor.
Percy Jackson? Baby, I'm drowning in your eyes.
How long have I waited
for a Edward Rochester or Mr. Darcy
to come and sweep me off my feet.
They never have,
So I made my own.

I write because I love to read.
As a child I'd stuff myself,
Not just with candy,
But with words.
With myths and fables,
With fiction and poetry,
Fuel for an imagination that can't be measure
My high school's pretentious standardized tests.

Why do I write?
I write because I feel too much.
I write to expel emotions through my fingertips,
To transfer them onto paper than can not feel.

Why do I write?
I write because I feel to much.
I write so that hopefully other people will feel,
So that they can taste one mouthful of what I must swallow.

I write because I'm not good at talking.
Through writing I can express what I feel.
I can write pages and pages I want to say to you.
I have hundreds of poems for you,
Characters inspired by you,
Letters to you,
So many words you'll never read.
But at least my pencil read it,
And sometimes that's enough.

I write because it's just another way,
To make myself snap out of a well of self pity.
These characters suffer more than you ever have,
But they keep fighting.
You can too.
And it's not just characters not just characters suffering,
You self absorbed teenage girl.

Why do I write?
I write because then I have friends,
Friends that can't decide they like someone better than me.
Friends that will laugh when I want them to,
Friends that will be tender when I want them to,
Friends that can't just walk away.

And when I write,
I put my characters through hell.
I make them suffer,
Cry,
Bleed,
Scream,
I make them break.

At least if I take my anger out on them,
I'm not taking it out on other people.
Or on myself.

So, yeah.
That's why I write.
Because sometimes, it's the only thing I can do.