Anonyblog

uncertainty, and stuff

I don't know about weblogs anymore. I don't know how I feel about people reading what I've written. I feel limited in writing because I know who is going to read it. If I censor what I write to make it all right for everyone, there's nothing left--just pointlessness.
Complaining is good for me sometimes but being a continuous loudmouth never suited me. Even though I like to write a lot, having a weblog that I update as often as the one I have is extremely out of character for me. Maybe it's good to be out of character because my character kind of sucks, but I don't know--the blog makes me feel kind of whiney.

I've been looking at my writing lately, and it is obvious that all I can think of is romance. I have not been successful in finding a satisfactory boyfriend and my writing reflects that. I hate how the love-interest character always manages to take over the whole damn story. Whenever I write.
There are plenty of books that aren't about kids falling in love. How do they do it? The only stories I write without strong love interests die. The ones with them die because I'm sick of the stupid scheme.

I don't want to get married. But I want a boyfriend so I at least know what it's like to be in love--completely in love--returned love--and I want it now. It's not working and it's taking over my mind. It's not working and it's taking over my mind. I'm a victim, and I hate it.