This is how it went
Writing is like seeing, or talking, or hearing, it's like eating or breathing for me. I can't live without it. Writing helps me say what's on my mind.
Sometimes ideas just pop into my head, and I can't rest untill I have written them down, In the middle of the class I will be studying for a huge test and all of a sudden I get an idea. I can't concentrait on anything else, not before my piece is written down.
When life is horrible I can always find comfort in my writing, I take my writing and wrap it around me like a soft blanket, and I don't take off the blanket untill I feel okay again.
In fifth grade I started this acount, and it has been four years... I'm still writing in this same account, because even though as a fifth grader I chose a wierd name for my account, my life is on this account, ever major memory, and sadness and feeling is written in a piece.
Sometimes I feel like writing is the only thing I have, and through my whole life, I know that writing is all that i'll ever need.