This paper was the result of pent up frustration I had about my writing journey. This wasn't the first time that I wrote about writing, and it definitely wasn't the last. This wasn't even the first time I wrote about my long, arduous journey of learning how to write (see my Theory of Writing). But it was the first time, the first time in a long time, that I just let myself write and let the ideas flow without stopping myself to correct and edit. This class, Style and Rhetorical Grammar, was one of my favorite classes I have taken at DU. It challenged me to think critically about grammar rules, but also admit when the rules may be the most right. I reflected on my past as a writer and angrily wrote what I hoped the future to hold. This piece incorporates a lot of the feelings and thoughts about writing I had been developing over the years, but in a way that really wasn't meant for anyone else. It was mostly meant for me. I let myself write what I wanted how I wanted and I didnt stop typing until I finished. Now I share it with the world. I do this apprehensively because a piece of me goes into the world with it, but with excitement because it represents me and me as a writer.