flat on my face

I think maybe I would fit in with this society in a hundred years (if this society is still alive).

At the moment, my hometown is bursting my awareness of why I felt so happy to leave for college last year. As far as this town is concerned, I was a slightly influential writer in high school but am now below the bottom of the list of ... well, this is getting depressing, becoming negatively self-aggrandizing, pretty quickly.

And this isn't supposed to be one of those kind of blogs--or, not in full at least. It's supposed to be about my life, sure, but my life isn't a constant struggle.

It's so I can keep feeling like my thinking that mine is a mind unique in this world is a valid thought, whether other people read or not. It is so I have an excuse to write every ni--er, a few times a week.

I desperately need some beautiful inspiration.