My teacher tells me that I have a strong writer's voice, that I have a talent for creative writing. When I write, the words flow out naturally and I feel as though I'm in my element. I love writing. I feel happy when I do so. I want to become a writer. 

My parents tell me that it's hard to make the ends meet as a writer. I am aware of that. Could I be a journalist? A lawyer? A reporter? They all have to write too, right? (pun unintended)

But why does that sometimes not sit with me? Can't I just be just a writer? Building my own fictional world constructed with my own words?

It sounds glorious, beautiful, amazing for that to happen. Maybe I'm just a daydreamer, but I do want that to happen. 

People reading my work, people liking my work, being able to write all the time. I know I'll always be happy living like that.

I've opened this up because I know I want to try. I want it so bad.

I long to be an acclaimed author everyone loves. I long to write, just write all day long. I long to create my own world through my own books, my novels.

The longing is clawing me up from inside right now.

Maybe that will never happen, I'd probably pursue another career. But this is my first step.

I want to try, try writing for others. See if I have what it takes to be.