- Because it takes me anywhere I want to go.
- Because it influences me every time I write a piece.
- Because it makes me feel good about myself.
- Because if I didn’t, the monster would unleash itself.
- Because it is the only thing that keeps me contained.
- Because I am heartbroken, and need to mend my shattered heart.
- Because my heart is overfilled with emptiness, and I am in hopes of filling it with emotion.
- Because I don’t have the guts to say things in person.
- Because I am shallow; like a creek without water.
- Because they are my stories, my imagination coming out on paper.
- To see a new world.
- Because I’m full of mistakes.
- So I can start a new page.
- Because I’m only 13.
- To answer my questions.
- Because my teachers say I talk too much.
- Because I have ADHD.
- Because it is a never ending story.
- To see myself grow.
- It’s the only thing I know I’m good at.
- Because somebody will eventually read it and feel the same way.
- Because it’s a part of me: just like singing, and dancing, and my family.
- Because I can hit words instead of people.
- Because it takes the edge off of some pretty embarrassing things.
- Because I can’t say it out loud.
- Because everyone passed by too quickly.
- Because I can create a world and rule it with an iron fist.
- Because I am ignored.
- To start a riot.
- Because I don’t know how to stick up for myself.
- Because telling people things to their face is not what I do.
- Because my feelings get hurt easily and I don’t show it.
- Because I can’t handle the truth.
- Because I can’t take this anymore.
- Because nobody is perfect.
- Because I made another mistake.
- Because if you’re really writing you have the feeling you could go on forever and you just stop thinking about it and you just let the thoughts flow freely.
- Because I need to keep myself from going crazy.
- Because I need to get over my anger.
- Because it makes time go by quicker.
- Because it’s not the end of the world, it’s a new beginning.
- Because I have a story to tell everyone.
- Because it calms me down.
- Because I let go during writing.
- Because I don’t have to stop.
- Because there is no limit.
- Because nothing goes wrong while writing.
- Because it never holds you back.
- Because it’s a way of life.
- Because it always agrees with you.
- Because it never talks back.
- To keep my brain active.
- To persuade.
- To change the world.
- To impress people.
- Because the world is messed up.
- Because nobody listens.
- Because that’s a piece of Springdale, Arkansas—home—that I don’t want to let go.
- Because I’m afraid of being judged.
- Because it’s my peace of mind.
- Because it makes up for hesitations and regret.
- Because it lets me be where I want to be, to see who I want to see, to say what I want to say, and not have to think twice about it.
- Because I want to compare my handwriting from another day.
- Because I love the feel of the imprinted paper after I’m done.
- Because I love to tell how much I miss you.
- Because it helps me cry.
- Because it’s my freedom.
- Because no one cares anymore.
- Because I’m heartbroken into shattered pieces.
- For the same reason a baby cries; for the same reason water freezes; for the reason a volcano erupts. I write because it’s natural.
- Even though there is never enough time to let your mind drip out onto the paper.
- Because the paper is the only one who cares to listen, and will not be hurt by what I say.
- Because the paper will listen without indifference.
- So I won’t yell at my mom.
- So I don’t put burdens on others.
- So that when the stress of the world is so great, and I am so alone, I don’t break.
- So the good times, feelings, and relationships have a safe haven, where I can keep them fresh forever.
- So there will be less of me and more of everyone else.
- To save myself, the world, and the ones I love.
- Because it is like breathing on the paper
- When I’m cold, tired, alone, worried, laughing, and rejoicing.
- Because I want to remember how I felt, where I was, how far I’ve come.
- Because I can actually get a whole story out.
- Because then I can make a story end the way I want to.
- Because it’s the only time I’m not interrupted.
- Because writing can be edited, unlike speaking.
- Because I’m too shy to say it out loud.
- Because I secretly want someone to hear my thoughts.
- Because I feel too small, too plain in the world.
- Because it’s the only way I know to touch someone’s life.
- Because I know my memory is never as good as visiting my memories in ink.
- Because I have an opinion; a voice that is suddenly heard over the crowd.
- Because of rainbows.
- Because there is a thing in my head called pain.
- Because my family is a distant memory I can’t seem to want anymore.
- Because I’m emotionally unprotected.
- Because I want my mother to have a better life.
- Because I fell through the cracks and was buried in cement.
- Because no one looks twice.
- Because I can’t seem to get the smell of paper out of my nose.
- Because I think pencils can remove my pain.
- To feel writing outside of schoolwork.
- To become a bestseller.
- Because things left unresolved can never be mended.
- Because I don’t want to leave my something broken because I may get no other chance to fix it.
- Because some people can’t, so I’ll write for them.
- Because I don’t want a chance to pass me up.
- So I can leave this trace of pencil markings on paper to be held and read for all eternity.
- To be the cause of someone’s laughing; someone’s tears.
- Because it is the over-popular blue jeans that never go out of style.
- To be the red rose in a field of gray.
- Because there are lies that are believed.
- Because there are too many hours in my midnight.
- Because I miss my grandmother.
- Because I am different.
- Because I am the girl who tripped over a bag and broke my arm.
- So that my mom will have a reason to get up in the morning.
- To feel, smell, see, hear, and touch.
- Because I have many things to say and no one has a long enough attention span.
- Because I open my mouth too much, and it’s my apology.
-Because I like to start with little ideas and turn them into big ones.
- Because people call me names and I don’t care.
- To start a revolution.
- Because I am like those priests that turn atheists into worshippers.
- Because I have the right.
- Because I tell my friends I don’t like to write, that there is nothing to write, but inside that is all I feel like doing.
-Because I’m a ship in a bottle with no escape.
- Because my parents don’t listen.
- Because I’m the youngest in my family.
- Because I was forced to grow up and I’m looking for a way back.
- Because it’s like putting a pressure release valve on my mind.
- Because I have a sponge-bob band-aid on my shoes.
-Because Wal-Mart isn’t open.
- Because I want to find love.
- Because every novel starts with a rough draft.
- Because it’s like being in a place where everyone understands you, and those types of places are hard to find.
2 comments:
Very cool, Kelsey. I've always liked 8th graders! =) Thanks for sharing.
Had to smile at the Springdale reference--that's where my mom's best friend lives, and I've been there many times!
I'm not sure how to write that it brought me to tears as well(without sounding like a pansie), reading their unguarded hearts for you. That shows trust. I'm so happy they have given you some :)
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