To call myself a writer, would quite simply not sit well in my stomach, for I solely partake in act because it is crucial in the communication of information from one individual to another without speaking or I suppose sign language. Anyway since information can’t be sent telepathically from one mind to another I am left with no other option than to write, so in a sense I write to survive since it is such an integral part of the world.
I mean honestly I don’t hate writing it’s just an inevitable chore that is about as much fun as washing and folding clothes. If I actually enjoyed writing and wished for nothing more than to fill my free time scribbling away in a journal, then indeed I would consider myself a “writer”. Not to set my hopes to high, but perhaps Enc1102 will be able to change my unapproving gaze towards the matter.
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