The Stresses of Writing

I love to write. J'adore. Not even joking, if I could spend my life in a flat in London, with Doctor Who TiVoed, a smelly hobo neighbor, and a laptop? I would be set for life.
The only problem is... I seem to be good at this writing thing. Which is bad when people actually want to read what I write. I pour my feelings and thoughts into my writing, so letting someone read my stories is usually a very personal thing. Like, borderline life-story spilling.
So it goes something like this-

'Fan': ZEETA!!!!1! Let meh read UR stowy!
Me: Uhm... No.
'Fan': WAI NOT!?!?!?1?!
Me: Because you talk like an eejit.
'Fan': WTF, Zeeta?! I Hate U!

Even when I wrote something for school-

G-Ma: Can I read it?
Me: *squiggles* Uhm... Gee.... OK?
G-Ma: *squeals* Joy! Now I can rejoice in your talent and tell you in nice words how you are creative/eccentric/not completely sane! *reads*
Me: .... *blushes* *hides*
G-Ma: LOVELY! U R CUTE LITTLE RABBIT WITH WRITING ABILITY!
Me: .... *is secretly happy* Uhm.... Give it back.

So I don't write near as much as I'd like- especially know with my crazy-busy schedule. Which is obvs being helped by spending all this time writing a blog. I do have a fan that I don't mind reading my stuff though.
Her name is Annabella and she is lovely! She writes cool zombie stories and puts up with my bipolar moods. She's kinda like my boss sometimes too. :D She's got a DeviantArt account. Go spam her with praise clicky clicky!
Yeah. Actually.... That's the only place I let complete strangers read my stories.... >.<" I should send 'em to.... Uhm... Nobody.
And I though I had grown.

Oh well.....

Me: WTF, you guys?!

Them: HAHAHA! WE IS READIN UR STOWY!

Me: Trolls. GTFO MY BLOG!

Them: FUUUU! NOOOOO!

Au Revoir,

Zeeta