::sigh:: Really, who am I kidding? I don’t honestly know what I’m doing keeping a blog, or an online journal.. or even an online anything. I can’t write. I can’t weave magic with words like Amanda can. I can’t make everything funny like Meggie. I can’t pose thought provoking questions like Odin. I can’t even hold an audience with novel long posts about my feelings like Larry can. ::frown:: I’m not funny, I’m not interesting. My life doesn’t make me want to sing, and even if it did, I can’t even begin to describe it in words. I just can’t write. I want so much to tell you all who I am and what I dream about, but I don’t have the ability. It’s really almost like what I feel when I wake up from a flying dream. I feel grounded. I want to share, I want to tell you, but the words just don’t fit together right. Even now, as I tell you how sucky I am at writing, I lack the ability to impart just how sucky I really am… I’m really depressed about this, because I wanted to do an online comic, or I wanted to write a graphic novel, or something.. but there’s nothing. I can’t do it. I wanted so much to share the sunset I saw yesterday, or the dreams I had last night. I want to put into words the visions in my head for drawings, and I want you all to see what it is that I see, but I just can’t write. If only I could describe my despair at this uninteresting little blog with it’s uninteresting posts about my uninteresting life. ::sigh:: I promise.. there’s more to me than my shitty writing.