LET'S STAB THE FLOWERS AND FROLIC IN ACID AND WE'LL GO DOWN DOWN DOWN

I'd like to write a book or something someday but I have like no confidence in my writing skills whatsoever. I mean sure I won two poetry contests last year and they're both like published in these big poetry books. But big whoop. Loads of other kids did. Just look at those huge freaking books. My English teacher last year seemed to like the stuff I wrote. But she's a teacher. And she liked me anyways. I was like so totally her favorite. (Oh god reminds me of the time she read my little short story thing in front of the class. That was mortifying.) And my parents and relatives seem to like my writing. But, y'know, parents. They're bound to love anything you do. Like those shitty macaroni things you do in Kindergarten. They LOVE 'em. So all in all I have no confidence in my writing skills even though I've got like major stuff to back me up I guess. Although I suppose if I got on a writing roll I could most likely spew something out thats nice. But that's like pretty rare for me. And I hate essays. You will get nothing good out of me on any sort of essay. I thrive on fantasy not logic you buggers. And hey look longest post in quite a while, no?