I understand what you're saying, because to some extent I feel that way about my own journal. Over the last year I've had a dozen or more urges to delete the whole thing because I'm just not interested in it, I don't think I'm interesting, and livejournaling doesn't satisfy my social need--it's a poor, second-class substitute that is better than nothing.

But then I remember how much I enjoy reading my friends' journals (that is, the people I actually know as friends), and how much I learn from the journals of people I admire (like you). And then there's a tiny spark of hope that I am in those categories for some of the people who read my journal.