I AM NOT GOOD

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I love writing, but I am not good at it.

I am not good at grammar, at sentence construction, even at punctuation. I don’t know the tricks and standards about the English language, neither do I know many terms and synonyms inside a 500-paged dictionary... but it is a good sign that I am trying, right?

I like sharing, but I am not good at it.

I’d like to share whatever I want to people who have the same interests as me, but I am not good at it. I don’t know how to socialize. I don’t know how to compose myself when someone is giving me his or her 100% attention. So I resort to writing: talking to myself through words with hopes that someday, someone will read it and understand it the way I wanted to be understood.

I like collecting, but I am not good at it.

Everything I own is scattered somewhere-- just like my thoughts. I am just as random as a lottery winning combination. It is something that I don’t like about myself. In fact, there are many things I don’t like about myself. One of which is. . . I don’t like how I don’t love myself.

Sanamawari