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I have been staring at the computer screen trying to figure out something to write. No ideas have come to me, and I feel a rage begin to build up. That fucking blinking bar is making my eye twitch. I feel as if I will go insane.

The life of a writer is a hard one, although no one quite realizes it.

Some slowly go insane, finally getting lost in their own fictitious story. Ha. Sometimes I feel as if this will happen to me. I get too engrossed in my own fantasy lands, and soon find myself wishing I live in the worlds I have created, not this shit-hole of a planet.

Others feel hopeless, as if they'd never be able to get their story done, or they feel like no one likes or reads their work, so what was the point of putting in their efforts anyway? I’ve felt this oh so many times. It’s one of the worst feelings one can feel. It’s complete and utter self-doubt. To put it bluntly, it sucks ass. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worse enemy.

Furthermore, I am feeling particularly bitchy as I type these words, trying to keep that damned bar busy, so it will not blink, and blink, and blink, and blink….

Writing can be a bitch.

Description
I have been staring at the computer screen trying to figure out something to write. No ideas have come to me, and I feel a rage begin to build up. That fucking blinking bar is making my eye twitch. I feel as if I will go insane.

The life of a writer is a hard one, although no one quite realizes it.

Some slowly go insane, finally getting lost in their own fictitious story. Ha. Sometimes I feel as if this will happen to me. I get too engrossed in my own fantasy lands, and soon find myself wishing I live in the worlds I have created, not this shit-hole of a planet.

Others feel hopeless, as if they'd never be able to get their story done, or they feel like no one likes or reads their work, so what was the point of putting in their efforts anyway? I’ve felt this oh so many times. It’s one of the worst feelings one can feel. It’s complete and utter self-doubt. To put it bluntly, it sucks ass. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worse enemy.

Furthermore, I am feeling particularly bitchy as I type these words, trying to keep that damned bar busy, so it will not blink, and blink, and blink, and blink….

Writing can be a bitch.