i am frustrated

frustrated with how my thoughts, feelings and goings on come across on this thing. am i really that trivial and air-headed, have i learnt nothing about sentence structure and vocabulary, or do i just plain suck at writing. well i never wanted to be a writer anyways. nothing sounds deep, nothing sounds thought-out, nothing reads the way it sounds in my head. when i write about what happens to me today it sounds like really not a big deal at all and who cares anyways. but really, all that happens to me is that i work and make food (which sadly to many but not to me, is really a lot of fun) and hang out with my parents, phil and satellite tv. i guess me and phil have "taken up" tennis, which we are bad at, but it's fun. there.