when I'm about to write something like poem, essay, prose-i always stuck, there are words flowing in my head that ready to be written in a page but it just wont came as good as it's sounds in my head, it usually won't come like i thought it would be.
when i read my works, i always am impressed by it. like.. how in the hell did i wrote those? some of them are beautiful, some of them are not good enough but they are my works it came out of my head but i don't remember writing or thinking those stuff.
when i read others works, i always feel small. i feel like my works is not worth a read. i feel like I'm just simply bad at writing but wanted so much credit than i deserved.
(unedited; 24 July 2017)
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