hiccups

so maybe i'm a little nervous right now.
this cool girl started following my blog. and that's really flattering and all, but i have nothing to say! she writes this crazy amazing stuff, and finds lovely photos and rather enjoys laying on the grass with her friends and grass makes me itch- i require a blanket- which takes the novelty and life out of it don't you think?
the pressure is on.
i've just already lived the moment when she realizes that my ramblings are just that, stops following my nonsense and i crawl away wounded. that was the worst sentence ever! see??? oh dear.

does any one else have a constant struggle between witty, hilarious writing and sweet, unique writing and just plain old documenting your life? i am plagued by this in nearly every post. i want to write things worth reading, to me and the reader, but those two don't always coincide. i want to record my days and the things that matter to me like the stars and my feelings about birds and that i like thick carpet- but in a way that entices others.