by Jordan Brown

Created on: May 23, 2008

Writing.

I've never been amazing at it, but something always draws me to it.

I convince myself that I'm just not good enough but part of me keeps holding on.

I guess you could say writing and I are in a relationship.

I always knew writing, but I wasn't quite interested.

We always seemed to be on bad terms,with my grammatical errors and it's poor topics on exams.

This was never going to work.

Until last year.

We met again, and this time was different.

This wasn't the writing I was introduced to years ago when i was still in pullups.

It wasn't the writing I saw every June on my exams.

This writing was deeper,more mature.

I changed as well.

I was older,wiser, more experienced, ready to hone my creativity.

This was going to work.

Writing and I were meant for eachother.

Writing would soon keep me up at night, baffled and confused.

We would cut off all contact for days and slip back to old times when I hated it.

The difference is I love it now.

I'm willing to be the bigger person and come back.

I admit my mistakes.

I slave to keep this relationship working, because I know without it I'm back to what I once was.

It gives me a sense of pride, a sense of dignity.

It understands me.

My family doesn't.

They don't understand our relationship, no one does.

My father wants me to be a sports buff

My brother wants me to play video games

My mother wants me to study

My friends want to party,

but I can't.

I have to keep writing happy.

Writing convinces me to chase my dreams when I don't even know what they are.

Writing is always here for me and i'm always here for it.

Everyday we mingle with pen and paper for hours, sometimes saying nothing.

I'm clingy.

Writing has me hooked.

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