Everything in me screams wrong, wrong, wrong!
Anything I put down is quickly swept away by the tides of doubt. All my trials, suffocated by vines of fear; dragged to the depths of my mind, gone forever. I aim for the stars yet I sink in a quicksand of my own mind’s creation.
All this turmoil, it mocks me still; the blinking cursor on a blank white page. The screen, all-consuming to my vision, every time. Every handful of times.
I start to write…