Why I write:

I write for the sake of memories. Their brightness and darkness, to me, needs to be remembered and shared so that people may understand how I feel, what I went through and the pure love-along with hatred-I hold in my heart. I believe writing is a sort of remembrance, no matter what you write, in some way you are thinking of a time in your life that relates to your subject. I also write to help; help make at least one person smile or not feel so alone. In my heart, I believe no one deserves the bitterness of loneliness in their lives. And to help, I must first be heard, so I write, for only on paper can I make sense of the storm brewing inside me, all the thoughts screaming through my head, and all the memories I will never forget. But there is one more reason why I write, and it is the biggest: to strangle the pain down I sometimes subdue, and to be free. Free of having to let everything build up until I must entrust my fragile feelings in someone else’s hands. Fear, is in all of us, but for me it is released through my words that flow from my pencil. And that is why I write.