Venting.

[wobaozhewo]

I am not a writer.

I am not an artist.

I am not--

I am just here.

I am confused.

Words don't come easily to me. They say the quiet ones are the ones with the most eloquent words. I am quiet, but eloquence eludes me.

Let me speak on my own and I will stutter and I will stop and I will think for an eternity.

I don't like metaphors, and I don't like similes. I like telling things as the are.

I hate prose. I hate poetry. But mostly, I hate text imagery.

Because I can't. Because I am unable to think that I am able. Because in the end, my mind is mediocre, and I am mediocre.

I have no words.

Because I am not an artist.

Because I am not a writer.

In short, writing is not something I would consider a talent of mine -___- -unproductive forever-