I’m trying to understand why i cant write. It seems simple enough, a task that I have completed on many an occasion. Maybe I am as insecure with my writing as I am in my life. It’s hard not to be frustrated, when you know that you have so much to say and the inability to say it.
Maybe, I’m just insecure, doing the usual over-thinking, over- analyzing thing, trying to decide before hand if others will like it rather than if i like it. I wonder sometimes what makes me so special that someone would want to read what I have to say. what’s unique about me that I can standout among thousands of bloggers.
Truth is, nothing much, and I guess I may be going about this all wrong, but for me this is still a learning process.