I can’t write any more. I’m a weird kind of perfectionist. I can’t simply make sketches and evolve them and gradually make my way to something great. I want it to be perfect first time. I sit there, staring at a blank page, getting nothing down as I can’t think of anything great. I maybe get a couple of lines that I like, but then I abandon them because I can’t carry on at that level. Any thoughts I have just aren’t good enough and remain trapped in me. This doesn’t help when I need to write. I need to get my feelings out. I need to put them elsewhere so I don’t dwell on them. I need to display my emotions to the world so they can choose to deal with them or not and have it not be my decision. Great things used to be created from my bad experiences and it made them not so bad. Now I just have the bad experiences and then can’t do anything and it just gets worse. I sit there, not only worrying about what’s gone wrong, but worrying about the fact I can’t write. I need this to change. I need to create again.