Something So Dissapointing, It's Hard To Describe

I finally got my first comment (thanks to Magyar), letting me know that my writing is not going unseen. Well, to update you on my day, here's what happened:



I managed to make the mistake of showing my sister my writing. She laughed and told me not to write so many depressing things, even though it was supposed to be that way. It was a good poem, one of my best. She then preceded to point out every spelling error, every part where I should have used a different word, every flaw.

It was a poem on how flaws were beautiful. She scoffed.

Now there is a big red X on the poem, but I will keep writing, keep trying. I'm sure to get there eventually. I will just never make the mistake of showing her my writing again, and I'll be fine.