why i write.

I'll tell you why I write. I write because there are voices inside my head that knocks at my temple and scratch at my ears, and typing pounds these words into a keyboard and out of my head. I write because I am a teen in a world going mad, and if I don't write I cannot pretend I am not part of the madness. I suspect there are many, many more difficult lines of work than spending long blocks of time rearranging words on blank pages, but as I have no affinity for hunting mountain lions or diving into sewage, I will content myself with carefully going mad. And although I am not in a sewage, I seem to be wading in a muck half the time, and there aren't enough onomatopoeia in the world to describe the racket inside my head. I write to know what I am thinking or not thinking, or pretend not to be thinking, and to make some sense out of the inanities and cruelties of everyday life. I write because arranging constellations of words on blank pages gives me an odd sort of thrill--the same thrill I get when I use a word like "constellation" --and because I do not know where to find mountain lions.

There. I just wanted to post it here, hahaha. Imagine the trouble I would be in if I get caught using the computer for blogging, ha. ^-^