Random is what Random does ...

So I just remembered today that I actually had a blogger which is weird considering when I found it it was blank. Made me laugh actually because I'm one of those people who feels that I'm not really that important to read about less write about but I'm doing it anyway. I think I was on here in the past but I can't remember. Haven't used to internet like that I usually look up info and such. Basically on my computer I write and I've been doing it for such a long time that its becoming natural. When I say write I mean stories/novels. I've finished two of them and now working on another one. I also write poetry but I feel like I haven't wrote anything worth mentioning in such a long time. Funny that I still have these insecuties about something I feel so confrontable about. Its hard to explain but writing to me its like apart of my skin. I wonder if other people feel that way. Like they are so passionate about something and they feel like its apart of them, apart of their soul. Well that's what I feel like. Because when I write no matter how crappy it seems to me I was able to express myself and I think that's the most important value. To express, to set yourself apart from the population even though you don't think its great. So I guess this is what I've been doing. Who knows maybe I will put some of my writing on here and let everyone criticise it seeing as I don't have much else to say.