After religiously writing on my blog for nine years now, I started (or developed rather) an obsession with writing blogs since I was allowed unlimited access on computers at the age of 13. I still question, how am I a writer?

I have completed a total of two books in my entire existence. Well, I guess if you count the books I had to do in literature class, it would be about six in total. I wouldn’t count those though, because having my teacher read it to me is in no way book reading. Also, I say I have completed a total of two, but it does not mean I have only read two. I have read about 1-7 chapters of many, many, many books. I just did not feel the desire to complete any of those books. I have recently found a book that I have intense interest in! Well, from reading it’s Wikipedia at least.

I used to like writing. I used to live for writing. I used to not speak because I just wanted to go home and write. Otherwise, I would be writing on the go. I hated to speak. I did not feel the need to.

I then became a host and now speak for a living. As time has gone by, I still want to write and write and write – which I still use in my defense as to why I am sometimes, or more than likely quiet in social situations, but yes, have not been. I have found myself wasting time doing things like thinking about writing or being frustrated because I do not know how to express myself.

What about you guys? How many of you express yourselves better through writing? Or would you rather talk it out? Honestly, I think that social interaction is extremely important, but if you are like me, and speaking your feelings would make you sound like a very boring literature book, then you write.

Having trouble emoting, and also, being not that great a dancer, I’ll just keep on writing through this life. THANK GOD FOR SPELL CHECK.