Disappointment

The title says it all. Ive never been told before yesterday that I was a disappointment or that someone was disappointed in me. Not even from my parents, and I would expect to hear it from them first. Maybe others have thought it in the past, but to be told and to hear the words is different.

I know that I am not a good writer, but a decent one. I can draw near perfect circles and my penmanship is divine, but when it comes to formulating an idea through words, it is a different story. I struggle. I spent an entire semester writing papers every weekend. Turning them in by midnight each sunday every week. Preparing myself for what was to come next...

Perhaps others are disappointed in me, but I am by no means disappointed in myself.