An admission.
Sometimes I feel like there are a lot of people who just want to see me fail, who want me to give up and resolve that I am worthless. I can't really think of an explanation for it.
But I won't let it destroy me because I'm not going to be one of those people who give up on themselves anymore. I have also come to the realization that half of what I write here has no bearing on my actual thought process the next minute.
In short: it's fucking livejournal. It doesn't mean a thing. Nobody will be reading this in a lit class fifty years from now, no matter how many artistic pictures of smoking models you include or how eloquent your prose is. A pretty profile picture doesn't make your blog better than the literary greats you pretend to be.
But I won't let it destroy me because I'm not going to be one of those people who give up on themselves anymore. I have also come to the realization that half of what I write here has no bearing on my actual thought process the next minute.
In short: it's fucking livejournal. It doesn't mean a thing. Nobody will be reading this in a lit class fifty years from now, no matter how many artistic pictures of smoking models you include or how eloquent your prose is. A pretty profile picture doesn't make your blog better than the literary greats you pretend to be.