I want to write for the rest of my life.

There, I said it. I don't care how much I suck at writing, I don't care that I struggle with some aspects of it. I don't care that I haven't impacted anyone with my writing yet at all. It is something that I have been doing since I was in 6th grade. It is the only thing that I've stuck with and improved myself on with time. It is the only thing that I have dedicated myself (almost) to and can proudly say that I do. I can sit happily in front of a word document or notebook and just make up story lines (although they're most often fanfiction, I've tried OF as well.) for hours.

Just as I thought I knew what I wanted to do with my life, writing comes back into it. I really miss the feeling that I always used to get when writing, and I'm so glad I returned. I wanted to be a psychologist. I still want to be a psychologist. But if I could spend the rest of my life writing, I think I could be content.

It just sucks to know that that probably won't be the case.
December 3rd, 2012 at 07:06am