I play a lot of games. Some would say that I play too many. I say, "Who the hell are you to judge me?" No, not really, I take it as an attack on my being and sulk for a few days, never saying what I want to. I could say its a lack of confidence on my part, hardwired into my being early on, but that would be the easy way out. No, I should really man up and say my bit, but what if that offends someone? I can put up a great front of not caring, but every criticism hits home. Its like I'm starved for attention, craving the smallest positive review. I like to write, but I never do any actual writing. I was told that I would be a writer when I grew up, I never believed it. Truth be told, now that I have a passion for it, I still have my doubts. My grammar is horrible at best and spelling has been on a steep decline over the past few years. The most I had ever immersed myself was in college. Those years were either...