The reason why I write is more than for some essay or assignment for school. I write at 10 pm searching for the words to describe how I’m feeling. I write to understand my emotions and let it all fall out. I write to prevent it from building bottles up within. I write when I feel desperate and alone. I write away the little voices in my head that don’t listen. I write instead of being a burden to the others around me. I write through my losses. I write about the expectations I’ll forever fail to live up to. I write from the point of view of the disappointment, I feel I am. I write to let go and forget, in order to grow. I write to accept what’s real. I write to reflect and think on everything. I write to say the things I’d never say out loud. I write as if I’m having the conversations I dream to have. I write to the one I miss the most. I write to the people who will live on after me. I write to express myself. I write to tell my own truth. I write as an escape from the crazy world. I write as a way out of the darkness of the society. I write to pretend I’m someone different than I am. I write because I believe words hold great value. I write because I believe words can be masks of the truth. I write out of desire for greatness and success. I write to make it all okay. I write because the lines between the papers are a judgement free place. I write to say the hard things that I can’t speak out. I write to be distracted from the stress and pressure of school. I write myself into the confident person I wish to be. When I feel passionate about something as soon as my pencil hits the paper it doesn’t stop, and I write and write. I write to have the freedom to say what I want and be who I want. I write because it holds infinite possibilities.