what ever happened?

why do I write? why do i attempt to write? why am i trying to become a teacher? why do i plan on writing for a living? why, during the day, do i constantly think of what i can write later? why do i want to write fiction? why do i hate my english class? why are poems my favorite? why do i sleep so much? why do i wish to sleep and not wake up? why did ramin's phone call just now make me happy? why do i listen to music constantly? why do i ask so many questions?


because there is too much in my head and i need to get it out which is and when i dont it probably results in migraines like this one, because there are few people or probably no one i respect more than my best teachers, because i really cant see anything else for myself, because as much as i talk i know there are somethings better written and perhaps to oneself instead of other people, because i want complete control to do whatever i want and create stories in which they can be and go exactly how i plan and because when i read fiction i get lost which is a perfect escape at times, because i hate nitpicking at every single fucking thing someone writes and i would rather have time to read and enjoy my books instead of trying to rush through them and not reading any of them, because they are the only way to express exactly how i feel, because its just like reading a book but for lazy people, because i enjoy dreams more than nightmares, because i enjoy phone calls and in today's texting world people seem to communicate a bit too impersonally for my liking, because there is a song for everything, because i like answers.





"hug it out bitch"
- Mr. Ramirez



so long