My life isn't worthwhile, but I thought a journal was to tell about my life and vent? Whatever.
Okay, I'm at a complete writers block. It's not really a block, I'm writing...but it just sucks. Terribly. I can't even stand the way I write. I read all of these stories on here and compare them to mine, and I just sit there thinking, "Wow, I'm no where near good."
I don't see why people tell me I am. If it weren't for the people who told me I was good back when I started writing in 6th grade (wow, that was a while ago.) I wouldn't be so caught up in being this great writer that inspires people.
I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing.
Who am I kidding I'm not going to inspire people with a romance about a drummer of a band.
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