Feeling like my stories mean nothing.

So, I have been M.I.A for a while due to working like the dog that I am. Which is good, because if I plan to move to Florida in two months, I really need to bring my A game and rack up as many hours as I possibly can so I have enough money to live off of when I am out there looking for another/second job. I am hoping my job, Aeropostale, will just transfer me to another store down there, but I don't know yet. Things are shakey at work lately, and I just feel lucky to have a job at all. >_> But, enough about that; I really don't want to think about the possibility of not working.

The main point of this journal is my writing. Now, I am in no way trying to attention whore my way to getting comments by begging you MIbbians to read my work, so I am not even going to link my stories.

I just feel like my writing means nothing. I know it sounds stupid, and I know I should write for myself before I write for other people, but I don't know. I feel like it doesn't have relevance to the world. Sometimes I think my story, Cherry Soda Boy, is just Twilight with gay guys and it really freaks me out. I really think I have the talent to go somewhere in life with writing. I don't want to sound obnoxiousness, but I think I am extremely talented and have the potential of getting published. I just...I just get so down on myself and over analyze every word and sentence that I end up just getting depressed and giving up.

Working doesn't help either; 9 out of 10 times I am just too tired to even think about writing. I just want to lay down and watch netflixs. I haven't even played any video games or hung out with friends. I don't know what's wrong with me. There was a time where I could write 6 chapters in one day, and now I am lucky to get a chapter a year. I'm just depressed about it,

I'm 23, I feel like my time is running out....and I feel like I have a story that needs to be told but it'd stuck in my head and not on the paper....
December 5th, 2011 at 11:03pm