Because I want to let out all my frustrations in life.
Because I don’t have a best friend.
Because some of my efforts go unappreciated.
Because sometimes, I have to keep myself from crying.
Because some of my romantic hopes are crushed.
Because sometimes I am not allowed to be a child — even at heart.
Because sometimes, I can better express myself in written words.
Because if I don’t I’ll go insane.
Wanna know why I write?
Because when I write, I have a choice not to hear what I say back and save myself from the hurt.
Because if I don’t, how will you know that I am happy, that I am frustrated, that I am sad, that I am hurt?