I choose to write because it’s perfect for me.
It’s an escape, a place I can go to hide.
It’s a friend, when I feel out casted from everyone else.
It’s a journal, when the only story I can tell is my own.
It’s a book, when I need to be somewhere else.
It’s control, when I feel so out of control.
It’s healing, when everything seems pretty messed up.
And it’s fun, when life is just flat-out boring.