a versifier? i still (though frustratingly) believe i am...

to write... by far it is the best thing i can say i do. to write is my passion, it is my air... the air i breathe... the food that feeds my soul... the blood that runs through my veins.... the every bit constitutes my being... it is this that makes me whole... yes, to write makes me alive. yet it so depressing that almost every important person in my life discouraged me to do so.... why can't they understand that writing (atleast for me) is life itself? how could they deprive me of such life i long to live? how?! i dealt with every inquiry as to why i can't let go of writing...yet still no one understood... no one understood!!! is it so hard to understand is it?! now teel me...any fool you could see roaming in the streets consumed in their bewildering,overwhelming thoughts would still agree with me!!! yes, they would... hhhmmm... the main thing i would like to stress out is this(read carefully!!!)--- still i can't comprehend why such overwhelming odds interfere with my longing to write? i intend to hurt no one, destroy no one... all i wanted is to simply write... that's all... that's all i've ever wanted in my whole life... why can't you let me? wwwwwwwhhhhhyyyyyyy???