My ego is hurting.
Yeah. I got, like, 17 or so comments on my Destiel fic, all saying that I did a good job (which I don't really believe, but what the hey. I'm a whore for praise). It made me feel good. Empowered. Not so shitty.
And then I only get four comments (three on my journal, one at a community) on this one. And suddenly, my ego had a heart attack and died violently. Sure, they're positive comments, but still. ._.
What irks me is that no one criticized it. You might think I've gone nuts, but I do like criticism. It tells me what to improve on, and I'm not so far gone as to think that what I write is perfect. Because it isn't. There is always room for improvement. Writing in drafts have taught me that.
...Only four comments. ;_;
And then I only get four comments (three on my journal, one at a community) on this one. And suddenly, my ego had a heart attack and died violently. Sure, they're positive comments, but still. ._.
What irks me is that no one criticized it. You might think I've gone nuts, but I do like criticism. It tells me what to improve on, and I'm not so far gone as to think that what I write is perfect. Because it isn't. There is always room for improvement. Writing in drafts have taught me that.
...Only four comments. ;_;