frustration

i've realized lately that i have no friends that have similar interests as me. anna shares a few, but not really to a degree where we can talk about stuff. we just have fun together.

i want someone to read my work and be able to give me indepth criticism. maybe it would help with my lack of inspiration lately. i was way more at home with myself and confident at school when i was constantly producing and reading other people's work. i wish i had friends that could give me book recommendations. i want to find someone who appreciates literature as much as me. someone i can have a conversation with about a novel.

it's so frustrating to have the closest people in your life read over your work and say nothing. just the normal, "yeah, it's good" or "i don't get it." i'm confident in myself and what i produce, but it's still nice to be able to share that part of my life with the ones i care about. the ones i believe would provide me with truthful feedback.

it almost makes me feel like my art doesn't matter. who really reads poetry anymore anyways?