It's an urge. It's an itch I need to scratch. Throughout my whole life that is the only thing that has been consistent. I started, I gave up, I came back. Rinse and repeat. If I wouldn't write, my head would burst open with everything going on in there. Sometimes it feels like the characters are yelling at me "write my story!" and if I don't, if I ignore them, they won't let me sleep, they won't let me focus on my daily life. I simply have to write, if I want to function. It is almost a love-hate relationship I have with writing. I hate how it controls me, a compulsion one could say, but I love to create new worlds, new stories, new people. I am creating new life with my fingers! It still amazes me, how an empty blank page gets filled with words. And those words are like a soul. I am forming a soul! That feeling, that is ecstasy. It is a drug I cannot stop taking. And just like real drugs, I hate how it can control me so easily, but I love how amazing it makes me feel. Thank goodness the side effects are not harmful.