Not behind a mask

I never know what to say on this blog. I created it as a way to let my feelings known even if no one cares to hear them. The truth is I am far from put together. I struggle each and everyday. Nothing has ever come easy to me, except writing, but recently even that has been challenged by the great professors of college, and the even greater writers within my creative writing class. This semester I have been shot down a countless amount of times, because I'm just not as good.
I can't turn the political leaders of our current times, into books of the bible and make it a poem. I don't have horrific events to talk about, I've never had a guy so theirs no tragic break up, and I don't get caught up in stupid drama so that is one more topic I cannot discuss.
When I am struggling I pray, and talk to people in the church. I have never felt the need to put on a mask and pretend that my life is fabulous, because it is not, and I don't want anyone to think it is. I daily struggle to read my bible (and quite honestly it usually doesn't get done), I have a temper, I freak out when people ask me questions, I struggle to get words to come out right, sometimes people don't understand me. I am an outcast, but I feel that someday my differences will help. If I show my true colors maybe others will be comfortable confiding in me. I don't want to be another Christian that non-Christian's view as better than them, because their lives seem so perfect. I can guarantee, everyone has a skeleton in their closet.