i've never written in a journal before and i think it's sort of appropriate to for my first journal entry to be on here. because no one will most likely ever read it, and it most likely doesn't matter. regardless, i've decided i'm completely unhappy with whatever i've written in the past. i look back in disgust and for no good reason. i have complete contempt for my youth. i can't even look at anything i've written past 6 months ago. my life as, well, an 'artist', has been short and horrid, as of late. i feel like i still haven't matured as an individual, as a writer, and i'm sort of waiting for it. i'm nervous as to what will become of me, a