I'm not entirely certain as to why I created a blog. In theory, sure, its pretty sound - showcase some writings, rant about school, rant about people, rant about life in general, etc. But in practice, I will most likely end up forgetting about this, though maybe I won't.
Maybe I'll end up actually posting every couple of weeks, maybe more often. Maybe less. Maybe I'll learn to articulate better, really express myself. Maybe I'll actually have people who follow me, maybe they'll actually care what they read. Maybe someone decides they like what they're reading, and maybe my style amuses them. Maybe they're sympathetic to starving college students, who know that they'll never really use their creative writing degrees. Maybe I'm not really wasting my life, and maybe I'll publish one of my books.
Or maybe nobody ends up reading this. Maybe day after day, I will forget to post, people will forget to read. Maybe I'm just deluding myself into thinking this is something I can really do, maybe one can't make a living being creative. Maybe I fall deeper and deeper into depression, writing more and more, less and less, until I make the decision. Maybe I can't cut it as a writer, maybe I've just been deluding myself these many years.
Maybe, just maybe, I can continue with what I've started. Maybe there's a possibility for something greater. Maybe there's a chance.
Maybe I'll fail.
Maybe I won't.
