Some days, I feel I’m not good enough. I don’t give myself enough credit.
But I know what I’m good at, and I know what I’m not good at. That being said, I don’t know much. All I know is I want to write, need to.
I want to get better, do better. It’s tough though. I feel like no matter how hard I work, I’ll never be good. I’ll never do enough.
Being a writer is the best thing that ever happened to me. But some days it’s the hardest thing in the world.
I can’t not write. I can’t bear untold stories inside me. I don’t even care if they don’t see the light of day. It doesn’t matter whether people read my words or not. What matters is I write them, one by one.
I try to refrain from tearing myself down when I write. So writing helps boost my self-esteem. The school system doesn’t do wonders for anyone’s confidence.
I hate that I let grades affect me so much. One good grade doesn’t make me focus less on all the bad ones.
I’m also way too hard on myself. It’s not even because I’m a perfectionist. I just expect perfection in my results. Which is problematic. But that’s who I am.