Because I am lonely and feel misunderstood. Because I am a ham, a showoff, a classic middle child. Because I can’t do anything else. Because I want to stand at the podium and blather. Because I want my mother’s love and admiration. Because I want to get invited to parties. I want everyone who didn’t believe in me to suck it. I want the dream. Because nothing compares to a book. Because I like being alone. Because I hate and love myself in equal measure. Because someone said you are good but you are hiding. Because someone here said they spit their coffee on the computer.
Why do you write?
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