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![]() ♥ My name is Alicia. I go by ALMIGHTYALICIA on the net. musings
I adore loud stuff and bright colours. I am a HUGE movie buff. I also spend half my life watching various TV shows. I practically worship the Moon. And I like observing the clouds.
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Posted Thursday, January 24, 2013 // 9:39 am
Creating
I like writing. I like making up stories to vent my frustration on my less-than-interesting life. I create an alter-ego that goes through the most exciting lives and visits the most interesting corners of the Earth because I know I don't have the opportunity to achieve that. Don't have to feel sorry for me, I'm just being realistic. I'm not pretty, or rich, or smart enough to find a way to get endless opportunities for the life I wish to venture upon. With that being said, I write to feel joy and hope for myself that things might end up like how my characters end up. But the stories that I write have no build-up and the characters are hardly even developed. So I never dared to show anyone. Like how an artist put his whole life into a painting, I put my hopes and dreams into whatever I create. And very often than not, after someone views it, they shoot it down like it is nothing. And I hate that feeling. I hate rejection. I hate hearing "no" or "you're not good enough" or "this needs improvement". Those critics know nothing about the story behind the work I produced and I feel like a damned fool trusting that individual with what is possibly closest to my inner soul only to get a feedback that my inner world is shit to his or her superficial knowledge. That makes me scared. That makes me insecure and afraid because I don't expect another being to enjoy what someone already dislikes. I feel mediocre and regular like I'm on this Earth walking for nothing. Like I'm never going to achieve what I set up my goals to be. I guess that's where all my trust issues come from. I like writing. But I don't believe people like my writing. More than that, I'm afraid that one day, I would listen to their taunts and hate my own writing. Labels: i hate people, insecurities |