I write.

I write, I write, and I write some more. I love to write, I love to read, I love to see and watch others write their stories. I write, and I write, and I write. I've always loved to write. I love to make my stories and poems. I love to do it online, or on book. I love to be able, to show who I am all with some words. You can see what type of person somebody is, off of how they write. I love to write. I love to read. I love to help others write. I let my worries bleed, onto the paper, onto the phone. I write, I write, and I write. I write my heart out, my skin, and my soul. I love to write a little bit less, now that I'm old. I'm still quiet young, and not very tall. Though I'm older now, and my heart, just isn't sold. Teacher's restrict my writing, That's what I hate. My heart, my skin, my soul, remain with me. as writing, doesn't feel like home. I write, and I write, and I write. I still.. Like, to write. Its okay I guess. I'd rather listen to music, or watch my TV. The restrictions got to me. I can't write how I want, or how I need. so sometimes, I just don't write at all. I don't much like reading anymore, nor writing, or watching others write. I no longer love, that past memory.