Why i write

How do I understand who I am?

How do I understand who I am not?

How do I understand where I am?

Where I’ve been?

Where I’m from?

Where I’m going?

Where I’m/I’ve/I’m/I’m not.

How do I make sense of the nonsensical?

How can make the familiar unfamiliar?

How do I convince myself that I’m important enough to write?

How do I tell myself I’m not?

Am I?

Why do I need to know?

Why don’t I already know?

What do I know already?

What do I gain?

What do I lose?

How will I remember these moments?
How do I write about what I want to forget?

How do people see me?

How do I want them to see me?
How do I gain control of my narrative?

Why do I need control of my narrative?

How do I let go?

How can I write like nobody’s reading?

How can I write like everybody is?

Would I still write if nobody’s reading?

Would I still write if everybody is?

How can I enter as many contests, publications, programs, classes as possible?

How can I validate: I’m a writer, a writer, a writer?

Am I a writer, a writer, a writer?

Why does it matter?

Why does my story matter?

Why do I matter?

Why does this matter?

How dare I?