You know when you have so much to say and so much to write, then you go and write it down, and you stop less than a paragraph in? There's still so many unwritten words, but to add anything would just be redundant because you've described everything fully; you're just in that state of mind where you think it's not perfect because you're the author, and only you know how it completely feels, and your chest doesn't feel light enough yet? And then you try to articulate everything into words. You try to make sense of it all, but then it either sounds contrived or superfluous. Or it comes out sounding like some cheesy metaphor and you erase it, and it's short again, and seemingly incomplete. I know it's quality and not quantity, but the quality simply doesn't seem up to par.
This post ends here because of the aforementioned points.
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