Ive always loved to write. Writing has always been one of the few ways I could openly express myself. I remember being a preteen feeling heavily misunderstood and I would hide away in my room and write about all the things that troubled me. I was so dramatic. Anytime my parents pissed me off, which they often did back then, I would go to my room and write for hours. Now that Im 20 years old, writing has been that one thing that I know I can do, that I know I should do but I just never do. I think it has a lot to do with trying not to face reality. If I wrote everything that came to mind I would have to face the issues that I have going on and the mere thought of that seems too much. But since I started this blog a few months ago, I Promised I'd Write. I just lied. I have been promising myself I would write way before I created this blog. But without fail, I have managed to run from my promise. To avoid doing the one thing that has ever made me feel at peace. I'm ready to be at peace. I'm ready to write again.