Welcome to Gaia! ::

Usually I write to elt my emotions get out. It's as if I can take all my troubles or all of my happiness and turn it into something else. were it's not bottled up inside of me but it can be let out on paper.
If not for that reason, I write ebcause of english class and the fact is if you don't write good essays and such in englis hclass then you'll fail.

I write to keep my brain active when there's not much else to do. You can tell how much writing I've done on a single story just by clicking my sig! I've been at this particular story for nearly a year now, and I'm nowhere near finished!

I've also attempted to write my own novel several times, but failed with each. I think I kept over-complicating things...

I write for a lot of reasons. I'm pretty complicated haha. It can be to cheer someone up, release my sorrow, light a fire for my passions, or simply get my mind working. I write poems like stories, so each person reads it in a very distinct way. There is no form to it, it's how it appeals to you, even when I break it up. Just to give an example, here you go:

Everyday I walk along, and I do my best to put my efforts to the assistance of others, and even more so to those who are close to me. And despite my strength and ability, it seems that I can never be of any help when I am truly needed. When I ask if everything is aright, I already know the answer. I feel it, I know it by instinct, yet I ask anyway, hoping my instincts could be wrong for a change. You tell me it's alright, that you're ok, but I know what you really mean. Maybe it would be different if the circumstances were better, if I could be right there more often, but I can't, not yet. But I still do what I can, and I try to keep you from tears, though I know I can never stop them all. There will be a day when I can do nothing for your tears, but on that day, they will be tears from happiness, and everything will be better then it is now. You may not like it, but I made you a promise. I'm your base, and I will never break under the weight I carry. You may not want me to always keep adding more and more to it, but it was my choice, and I don't regret that choice. I never will. This will always be my pain to bare, and I'd rather you let me bare it then let you try to hold it all. I can't be told differently, not even by you, and if you hadn't wanted me to do this, you should have stopped me from making my promise to you. I realize you may hate seeing me always struggling to stay on my feet, not let the weight bring me down, but I've never known anything else but this, and so it will always be this way. I just want the day to come when you are always smiling and happy. Maybe then you might be able to convince me to stop carrying all this on my own.

So I can see clearer what I've imagined.

I never liked writing before, but the stories I imagined were a mess. And i often forget them, so I decided to note them down.