Why do I write?

…because too many times these words felt like the only thing I had.

So, The correct question is: How could I forsake that?

Could I abandon the one thing that has carried me so far? The one thing that has filled up those empty, lonely nights? Could I?

I hate these words. I hate them for ever being all I have. I hate them for being so toothless. Everyone wants to write, and I hate how plain that makes me.

But I have these words, sometimes only these words, and that is why I keep writing.