Writing is a peculiar means of communication. One can express emotion and meaning in as little as one word, or they can create a symphony with thousands. One may tell stories, send a message, educate, speculate, evaluate.
There are a thousand different uses in writing and regardless of which, what is formed by the individual person is unique entirely to them. No style is the same. Every writer conducts a different orchestra and composes a different song.
For me, writing is an outlet, an expression, an escape. A world to fall into when my own becomes too much to bear. A place to admit how I feel when my skin is stretched tight over my bones and my stomach clenches like a coiled spring. When I want to shout and cry and scream at the ground and the sky and the moon because why does this have to be so hard. When I can't show how I feel inside and it builds like a pressure until it hurts to breathe. Writing is release. A singular salvation from a tremulous world collapsing under the weight of peer pressure and expectations.
So, that's me. There.
And on a more cheerful note: Welcome to my Blog! The place where I will be talking about anything and everything, about politics, world problems, teenage drama, ridiculous things and sometimes stuff I just have to get off my chest.
Also: writing. Lots of writing. Songs and poems and short stories. Yeah.
Fair warning: Inconsistent posting and general ridiculousness.