8/14/21
13:13
On the couch
No music
I feel like an imposter
Even after seeing the beautiful work of art where my words came to life, I still feel like an imposter.
Like I shouldn’t be writing
Like I shouldn’t have a blog Who the heck do I think I am? A writer? Like come on?!
Some days the words flow so easily and other days man, they feel like they’re nowhere to be found
I feel like a fake
I’m so excited about this zine and I still feel like a fake!
Does that make sense?
I’ve seen other people’s poetry and writing and I immediately feel intimidated.
Maybe it’s my self esteem. I don’t usually feel like I’m enough and therefore my writing isn’t either.
Am I writing about too much sad shit? I still can’t read through my “Acceptance” piece without crying. But I wanted to share it with the world. It should be shared with the world.
For a while I thought I had writer’s block but I don’t think that’s what it was. It could’ve been imposter syndrome. I’ve been told my writing is good but what if people are just being nice? What if they’re just telling me anything to not hurt my feelings?