unedited

I love the written word. I cannot remember a time when I didn't. Not only was my love for it restricted to reading but I even tried to write, from simple messages in my diary to short stories. But I never had the courage to publish about the things that really interests me. High school life made me more open about this, for yes, I was able to compete in essay writing. but usually done if almost all the class would be competing too. Under the guise of joking or trip lang. My mom was my avid fan...even though most of what i wrote she hadn't even read, since i kept them to myself. She read the college publication where I became a news editor (nobody wanted that post at that time!) and my articles before I submitted them. But those were entirely different than what I am talking about. I never published about the things that I love most...my family, my passions. Even when blogging started, I was very tempted to do so. Sadly, a lot of things prevented me. I prevented ME. Looking back maybe, it is because the things that matter most is either buried deep within or because I convinced myself I was not good enough. but, no more. I don't care if I am not grammatically correct nor even correct, for that matter. This is me, pure...simple. unedited.