As a child, I would write excessively in grandiose and highfalutin terms in an attempt to appeal to aestheticism. I recall my attempts to write like the old masters, incorporating archaic language into my drafts to give myself a sense of beauty in writing. I wrote because I had a desire to feel beautiful through my writing—or to feel a sense of superiority amongst the crowd I was in. However, as I have grown into the woman I am today, I no longer write in the manner I did in the past, nor do I write with the same motivations. I aspire to write my feelings and thoughts I intend to articulate; ones that are buried in the corners of my mind that I want to put out into the world, confronting the unknown with every draft I write and submit. I write to verbalize the depths of my soul.