I'm a pretty open book. I write on this website as a journal for myself. I get so overcome with fear and self-doubt. I feel like my music is an ear sore to others, and I think how can I like it? I sing my heart out, and I'm told to dial it back. I like criticism, it makes me better. The absence of criticism makes me doubt, and so does the absence of priase. One day I'll love what I made, and the other I think how could I have liked that. Then I remember to stop comparing myself to others and just do what I love. I become so self concious and its got to stop, and yet, my self-conciousness pushes me to do better. What am I do? Is it because I am so fueled by fame that each day I do not recieve it I am beside myself? Or is it because I aspire to be something I cannot? I guess time will tell.