Why I write

Why do I write? I ask myself that every time i pick up a pencil, and still I haven't a clue to what that answer. Every time I think about it, I seem to come up with a different answer. Once I tried to tell myself i write because I am told to write. Soon After I realized that it was the complete opposite of why i write. Both my sisters are brilliant writers and I contemplated for a minute that I write to keep up with the pressure they put on me. Although I soon realized I write for myself, I am always Jealous of the grace and beauty that ends up on their papers. writing doesn't come easy for me, it seems so hard to make my thoughts translated on a blank piece of paper. I hope yo accomplish so much with my writing that i fail half of the time. When I get that paper back I think to myself why do i even try? Subsequently i remember that I write for me and only me. It gives me a time where i hold nothing back and spill my guts without the worrisome of others. Writing is my escape of reality. Although I have not come to the conclusion of why I write, I search for that answer every time I pick up a pencil