I still get scared of sharing my writing with my family and my friends. I think the day will eventually come. I know a lot of stuff that I write about can probably be used against me to call out my insecurities and all that. I think a lot of what I write is personal, and I’m not sure I’m too ready for the people around me to get a glimpse into what I’ve been writing about. I think I’m still working on practicing my writing. I’m not exactly chasing perfection because I’ve been told that perfect doesn’t exist, and quite frankly, I’m not sure any route I take will take me to fulfillment. I do want to improve, though.

I’ve started to understand that I need hard feedback, though. I need to get more and more people on this to get an understanding of what others want to read about. Maybe I can get an idea of what people enjoy reading. I don’t want to start writing what others want to read; I feel like everyone has a story to share, and it’s worth listening to. I’m just working on finding the words to describe my life and those around me. I’ll be the first to admit that my life may not be the most exciting life to share, but I’ve overcome a few obstacles that others will also have to face. There’s probably a kid that thinks he’s alone with all the stuff on his mind just like I was. He’s probably just waiting for a song to come out to describe it correctly, and until then, he’s just keeping himself busy listening to other’s songs that come to close to explaining his feelings. There’s probably a ton of people who have a story that I would love to listen to or read about. Maybe nobody pushed them to write about their experiences.

I don’t remember what made me start writing when I first started, but I’m almost sure I never dared to share on a site and spend 20 dollars a year just to post up things and see who would run into this. Maybe I should start posting my work. We’ll see.