WRONG

the last thing I needed was someone telling me how wrong I was. i'm already sulking, yet it just had to be squeezed dry. i needed some air. i wanted to think. i didn't actually run to a friend, i simply went to a place where i could lessen the building pain, anger, wonder, worry... yes, there was something wrong with it. i was wrong.

i always have been that awfully wrong. and maybe... maybe it was wrong too that you know so much. so much that you use it on me nonstop.

im definitely wrong for you. i'll let it rest there.

Dear Guts,

honestly... just when you need the courage to do something, you lose the nerves to do it. i again feel insecure about my writing skills. i've always been this way anyway. ever since i realized i know i write good, i just don't see myself as better. there's always someone out there that would intimidate me making me curl up on my insecurities. why just writing this makes me squirm.

when i don't feel that great when writing i find myself stupidly redundant with the words that i use and that's not really great. oh what am i suppose to do? i have so many dreams. they say read a lot, and you'll become a better writer. yeah write! ahahaha! this is really embarassing.

then i realized this blogs pagerank and alexa ranking is higher that my home blog! what's up with that? i don't even know if there's a bit of traffic in here. if only i could switch its ranking then maybe i'd be earning more with the ppp and ads that im working on to earn a bit of extra income.

oh well! whatever... just talking nonsense here. ::(