Saturday, August 27, 2011

Everything has an Effect

So I've learned today that everything you do, has an effect on your future. Every choice you make has a consequence if its not the right choice. And everyone you come in contact with can change your life, if you let them. So choose who your around carefully. And be even more carefully of what you do. You never know what may come of the choices that you make now...

Friday, August 26, 2011

Why I Write

There are many reasons to why I write. Its like a form of therapy for me, you can get out all of your thoughts onto the page without the fear of judgment. A piece of paper doesn't have the impact that a person has, it can't tell you that your writing sucks or that you've made to many mistakes that you shouldn't even bother writing anymore. Writing is a safe place for me to say what I want to, to tell about my experiences may they be good or may they be the most terrifying thing I've ever been put through.

When I write I am able to sat who I really am. I'm able to say that I am Jaymie Lynn, a victim of the cruelness of man, and a survivor in turn. My name may not matter when I write, but I know that my story does. I've learned through reading other peoples work that the bullsh*t we call life happens to others, and I really am not alone. And that my horrible experiences are not one of a kind, but that others have gone through them too.

No one knows my full story. No one knows all of the reasons why I write. Hell I don't even know them myself. I will however tell you that the moment my fingers touch those keys or my pen hits that paper, I am completely relaxed and ready to explore what I am feeling. I write to find that place of peace. To find out who I am right now, in this very moment. Honestly, most of the time I'm just full of sh*t. I don't know who I am! I just sit there and the first thing that cones into my mind, I start to write it all out. A lot of the time its the same topic, the day that my innocence was ripped from me. Many people don't see why I have to revisit that in my writing, and neither do I. Whenever I write about it, I feel like a piece of it is leaving me, and I can hopefully feel safe again. Writing helps me to get to that safe place. I may not feel safe now, or happy, or honestly feel anything, but when I write that is the only time I can feel. I know that what I am writing can affect someone is a positive way, and hopefully help them.

I was asked why I write. I write to get away and help people with my story. I write to find out who the hell I am. I write because I want to. I write because I can.