I sometimes feel the need to release my anger through writing. It's a highly recommended therepeutic thing, I know. But what if the thing I'm angry about is my writing itself? Now, I find it hard to write about me being angry about writing. And that previous sentence hardly made any sense.
I like to say that I am my own worst critic. I look my work over at least ten times, and at the end of the day, I'm never satisfied with what I wrote. I have my insecurities, and these tend to show most horribly whenever I read my own work. I could think of a million other things I should have written in its place. I could think of things to add, sentences to take away, paragraphs to shorten, and thinking all these things make me even more insecure.
And when I'm insecure, I tend to catch major writer's block. Writer's block is my worst enemy, I swear. It feeds off my insecurities and becomes a lot harder to shake off with every passing minute. To me, it's one of the worst feelings in the world. I feel as though I need so much to express myself through my writing, yet my own stubborn inability to do so prevents me from receiving the sweet release I so need to feel.
I guess this is a pretty short entry, but I feel as though I've said enough. I'm not going to look this over, because I know I'd prevent myself from even posting it. But I want to be able to look back a few months from now, and see if the insecurities I have no matter how much praise I get still remain,