The Objective Case Of I

It seems as though my inspiration for starting a blog has left me as quickly as it came. It's hard to completely put yourself out there to the world in your own creative way when you don't know who is reading or if your own type of creativity is being appreciated. There is a fine line between sililoquy and monologue and i think I am riding that line. To me a blog is a tricky way of self-discovery or reflection, because as much as people are being open/honest/raw, they are writing for people to read and are therefore projecting themselves in a way that they want to be perceived by the outside world. It leaves me wondering if I am really doing this for me. I have always evaluated my worth through the opinions that other people have of me, and it is a sort of flaw that I am trying to overcome. I have based my happiness on how happy I make other people for as long as my mind can recall and I would love to find comfort in just me. I have to figure out who me is first, whether that ever really happens for anyone, whoever is reading this is taking that journey with me.