I write because I need to. I write to meet my demons and chase them away. I write to feel like I'm not worthless, like I mean something.
I write because my mind is filled with dreams and ideas. I write because if I don't get them out, I'll be lost. I wrote because I need things I can't have and the only way to get them is to feel them on paper.
I write because it's the only thing that makes sense. I write because my life depends on it. I live on arms covered in hastily scribbled words and half-formed sentences on the tip of my tongue and stories that'll never be told and one day finding a fallen star on paper.
I write because it is safe and dangerous and easy and hard. I write because it's a contradiction, a reflection of a life that takes away part of mine. I write because there are so many emotions and feelings and if they're not on paper, in front of me, I'll lose them.