Am I?

I don't know who I am.

It's quiet silly since I spend so much time alone with myself.

But who exactly am I?

I write. I like to write plenty of things-poetry and stories but am I really a writer? From what I see, everyone who writes anything is one, but am I? Am I good at it? Am I wasting my time- am I really wasting time on what ten strangers and two family members see. Is everything just in pity?

I love it though! I love being in control of my own stories an worlds. I love finding new things to say and think. I love it but who reads it? Is there a point to writing to an empty audience of people just scrolling passed? I hope there is- and I've been patient in being seen too. But to be honest I feel like Homer slowly slinking back into the bush as time passes by. Am I a writer? I can write... Am I a good one? That's really up to those ten people to decide... However, I am hopeful.