I have decided to write again. It has been a very long time since I last wrote much of anything. Lately I seem to feel bottled up, like I can't seem to say what is on my mind, and the only way to get it out is to write it out. I felt inspired to write again while reading what a peer had written in my high school year book 4 years ago. It said “Keep on writing. You have a gift that was meant to be shared with others.” I used to write all the time. I would write poems, personal writings about my life, fictional stories of my imagination, and I even kept a journal. It seems that over the years ever since I began this independent life of adulthood, I have pushed writing completely out of my life, except for the occasional Facebook status update. It is sad really. I remember in 7th grade writing class I dreamed of becoming a published writer. I dreamed that one day people all over would read my words, and be inspired by them. I remember when I used to write, just because it made me happy. I do not want to let that dream die, I won't. I am only 21 years old, with many years and opportunities ahead of me. Maybe the words I write will only be read by me and a few others, but they will mean something special nonetheless. Oh how I have missed writing! I can already feel it! The freedom of words pouring from my mind onto this paper. What a release! What a freedom and a joy there is in the written word.
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