Because when I sit in front of an empty page or an empty screen the truth comes out. I cannot pretend to be more mature than I am, or even than I was last year. I cannot act like I have it all figured out. If I try to fake it the words just come out all wrong. That is what I love and hate about writing. No matter how hard I try to be something else, or speak in someone else’s voice, I cannot. It’s just me here before this white screen. I love that: “it’s just me here.”