Suspicion

I have this inkling feeling, despite my efforts to put forth new creations for those who surprisingly do view my ramblings, that it is all in vein. The minutes I clock in writing are not well wasted, and frankly, the outcomes are repugnant.

This humble abode I call my Blog, is quite shameful. The frame work is shaky, its' overall appearance seems forced, and the decor has the air of repetition. It fails to meet up to the standards of my raving critics and only rarely satisfies my desires for quality.

I send out my apologies to those who have turned their eyes onto this filth, for my unsuccess, I shall repent!

Face in palm,
~Chiko...