I thought I could write, you know?
I wish my ideas, which seem so amazing in my head, would also look amazing when they come onto a post.
I wish I could be unencumbered by words so as to translate the pictures and thoughts churning in my mind effortlessly.
I wish I could write. Write well, really well.
I wish I didn’t get so many complexes.
You know what’s the problem with these complexes? They make you feel inefficient, incompetent, as if the sole purpose of the entire world is to harp on your shortcomings. They make you give a damn about what others think.
To hell with that!