I hate...

I write because I need to. I write for the sheer joy of having overcome the crippling writer's block that I face every time I look at a blank page. But once I do manage to squeeze the words out; I hate how the words almost always sound way better when they're in my head rather than out on the final draft. I hate how I want to talk about so many important things but still end up talking about myself. I hate that my posts are so irregularly spaced , simply because I can never stop obsessing on a draft I'm working on; and how I can never get myself to hit the Publish Post button unless I'm completely satisfied with the post, which I never am.

'Write to express, not to impress' they say, but even that proves difficult most of the time. I'm handicapped with an irrational fear of being judged by people reading my words. I hate how most people have it easy, how they can write up absolutely anything without any of the drama that ensues whenever I sit down to write. And I hate how this post makes me seem like a whiny, disorganized, attention seeking negativist; the desperate call for appreciation this post seems to send out to any unfortunate soul reading my blog.

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