𝒮𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓇𝒶 𝒲. 𝒲

i’m revising—or more like completely rewriting—some of my ‘old’ poetry. so if you happen to see any updates, that’s what it means!!!
          
          (i literally tripled one of them in size, lol. that was a first for me!)

☺️❤️
          
          and thank you, by the way! i take great pride in my reading lists. :)

Thanks for adding a bunch of my stuff to your reading lists :)

Hey there! Just saw your reply to me! I hope you wont feel low for too long, I know how that can be! I've been doing well just pushing through this crazy year! It's good to see your around again! :) 

Hey hun, I appreciate you kindly adding School ReYOUnion to your very lovely library ♥️

has anyone read “human, all to human” by the lovely friedrich nietzsche?
          
          i just finished reading the preface—i’m about to start on section one—and i’m already IN. LITERAL. AWE. of this man’s incredible intellect. and this book has been around for over 150 years now??? i’m just— WOW.
          
          i can’t stop smiling as i’m reading it. i’m so intrigued already, damn... anyone out there who’s read it, too?

(THREE)
          
          
          so what do i do when i feel neither? am i supposed to just... quit writing? keep trying? wait it out?
          
          honestly, i wish i had more people encouraging me. no one i know wants to read what write or hear what i have to say. it’s starting to feel pointless, and i suppose no one likes feeling that way... i’m lonely enough as it is.
          
          i’m definitely not going to BEG for reads. i suppose it just sucks knowing that people don’t care as much as you about your tastes and interests. i feel alone, and... kinda weird, i guess. it makes me feel bad about myself. 
          
          (maybe i need to work on my horrible self-esteem before asking for anything from someone else, aye?)
          
          but thanks for coming to my TED-talk! it’s been real, it’s been wild, it’s been a waste of tine... 
          
          (sorry, lol.)

(TWO)
          
          
          however... i’m at a standstill. i don’t know what i’m doing, or even what i’m SUPPOSED to be doing, because i don’t know who i am or what i want.
          
          i don’t know what others expect of me.
          
          i know that i like my style and my way of doing things. i know that it’s my own and i take pride in my originality, but i also know that most people probably don’t (or wouldn’t) favor it, and i’m okay with that! however, the lack of attention i’m receiving in the writing department has been both somewhat discouraging and disheartening lately—albeit completely understandable; not gonna lie.
           
          so, my question to you is: how do one receive recognition? how do you get people to notice your work? and, most importantly: how do i motivate myself when i have nothing going for me?
          
          lately, i’ve found myself losing interest in the things i love. i’ve come to the conclusion that it’s because other people don’t seem to share my passions. (sigh.) it’s as frustrating as it is maddening!
          
          why should i lose parts of myself because of other people’s needs and desires? i don’t want to have to depend on other people’s validation. i want to be the one to drive myself forward; to be the one calling the shots and making the judgments. i want write something and feel that sense of pride and accomplishment washing over me without feeling down because no one else (or a select few) are enjoying it.

(ONE)
          
          
          i don’t think of myself as a particularly talkative person. or an eloquent one, for that matter! i suppose that’s why it’s hard for me to understand why i found a sense of peace in writing poetry in the first place. in real life, i feel like i struggle a lot with expressing myself in ways that (most) people can/will understand and personally relate to. i find direct social communication to be an especially difficult task—even more so considering i barely even know what i, myself, am feeling or is trying to say most of the time.
          
          yet somehow, i find myself being able to write about some of these things. and i LOVE writing! i really do.
          
          i don’t know how or why. i couldn’t tell you whether i’m particularly good at it or not, because in the end; it’s all subjective and rules by bias. i have no impartial knowledge or power in that department.
          
          honestly, i barely even know what the hell i’m doing most of the time... all i know is that writing has been a great stress relief these past few years. i know it’s always there when i have no one or nothing else to turn to. i know it’s a great way for me to challenge myself and explore my own mind in ways i previously didn’t realize i could. i know it’s something i love and something i don’t want to see myself ever giving up.

@Nyhterides, this is exactly the kind of book i was looking for! :)
          https://my.w.tt/4hUrOYDAb7