The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another, and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.

-J M Barrie

why do i write...

I am asked this by my professor for a paper.
I am stuck.
Why do I write?

When I saw this assignment, I was actually excited. I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to poor my heart out about who I am as a writer, and who I am in general. For people to read my experience, and be like, "wow, this affects me." What's the deal here? Whyu can't I write something, that I thought would be so simple? It seems that I may not know why I write. I mean, I do know that I love children, and have htis passion for homeless people, but what is it about them that I am so like OMG PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW.

I have no idea.


Basically,
I am screwed.

Where did I go?

I am missing.
The passion that I had...it's lost.

I want to teach. I want to open a homeless shelter or work for one.
What the hell is going on with me?


I just don't understand why I didn't stand up for myself with my parents. They didn't want me to do social work.
WTF

Danger to the Smoke Detector

I used to write.
A lot.
Everything and anything.

And now, I have to write a paper stating, "Why I write"
and nothing is coming out.


Oi.