I want to be a writer, but I hate myself too much right now.

No, seriously; I have this urge to think of ideas. I must write to get them all out. I don't know what will happen if I don't, but I'm currently rather backed up. It hurts, in some strange abstract way. No wait, it just feels like constipation.

>>5
I've started on a book series that falls in roughly the same category, the phantom 'YEAH THIS WILL BE FAMOUS SOMEDAY' category. I don't believe in it, but I'd like to believe in someone who believes in it. That would help a lot.

>>15
I considered being a creative writing major, but I chickened out, thinking the kind of popularity I want can't be taught. I wanted to apply the writer's equivalent of Tarantino's philosophy: 'I didn't go to film school; I went to films,' or whatever he said. That said, I still want to take creative writing classes because it's hard for me as an introvert to find someone to critique my work.

>>16 blind-leading-blind
Ugh, I don't really want that, though. Also, I'm afraid that creative writing would drive me to alter my stuff, even making new things, in the attempt to impress others. This would not relieve myself of the backup in my metaphorical bladder. What to do?