Apr 22, 2008 10:30
I am a little surprised its taken an autobio class to show me that I really don't have any stories worth telling. Nothing has ever really happened to me. Except for the dog eating poo. Luckily, I'm boring. Unluckily, I'm boring. This makes writing harder. I thought that taking the autobio class would help me write better comics, because i am not a good writer, like at all, but it really just made me see that nothing has happened to me and who wants to read about nothing? I tried to make nothing interesting last quarter but I didn't succeed as I had hoped. Maybe I need to try again. I hate that I was born with a distinct lack of the ability to tell stories.
I just feel like I will never succeed at anything because what I like to do has already been done and by someone better at it. Its hard to come to terms with things when you feel like you've just wasted the last five years of your life. Not to mention thousands and thousands of dollars. At least I made friends this time around. I feel so awkward and displaced... I don't think I am ready to be grown up yet. I feel like I'm about twelve. And I'm 22.