These Pages, they're Screaming.

Sincerity, Why is it such a feat?


I have been assigned in my Creative Writing class to compose a non-fiction piece concerning my life. What do I write of? What can I display? In all honesty, it'll offend some. I'm not ashamed.
So I write of life, of course. I write of pain and of heart ache. And of my tattoo. It's been a bit over a year now. November is my favorite month. Watching the summer turn to November's cold. The leaves, how they turn to reds and golds. Thinking of people reading about my life makes me nervous, but what am I doing now? Portraying my life to all who would like to read of it surely. 
Yes I've made mistakes, but I still need them. They keep me alive. So I will write of my mistakes, and over due adventures. I hope you find something in them.