Writing into nothingness.

I continue to wonder if writing this journal is worth it. One of my early reasons for doing this was to improve my basic writing skills. Unfortunately for me, I've been my only critic, and that critic has been hard on me. Not that I blame him, he's a smart man and has aspirations of becoming a writer, when he doesn't have aspirations of becoming a engineer, or a meteorologist, or a journalist. However, he's too close to me and I can't trust his judgement. Unfortunately, that leaves me writing into the vortex of nothing, living in quiet desperation. Also, I think that this is taking time and resources away from someplace where I can get feedback and guidance. I don't want this journal to become a crutch.