Words
You know. I'm not the best blogger. I'm not even a good blogger. I'm not the best writer, and I often times wonder if I'm even a good or halfway's decent writer. But for some odd reason, I don't let that stop me from making up stories. You see, I know that this blog isn't much, and it certainly isn't consistent by any means. I have high hopes for it, and maybe that isn't such a bad thing. But every now and then I wonder, I just wonder what it'd be like if it looked like all those other popular blogs that I go to every other day, and I realized–I wouldn't be happy. Sure, I might be happy in the moment, I'd be popular and have a lot of followers and probably a couple fans, but that's not what I want to do. It's not why I made this blog. I started blogging because I wanted to write, and I had no other way to do it that seemed to look productive, and I wanted my writing altogether and looking nice and neat in one particular p...