I am frustrated by my attempts at writing. I can't write without over-analysing, without embellishing my thoughts with useless words. I wonder why i bothered to keep this space at all. It is full of humbug nonsense. I cannot write honestly and may be that's because i'm fooling myself. The grand conspiracy is to hide from the truth of my own guilt-ridden, passive-aggressive existence. A lot of this mental torturing is self-inflicted, stifling honest self-expression. Censure my words, project a social demeanour and suffer in silence. Storyoflife.
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ooo choch the reader is not supposed to know what youve gone thru with to write... but you have to have gone thru something for there to be something to write about. the challenge is to convey that experience as clearly as you can... in the discipline of writing there can be no departures from the first principle that it is a medium of expression. the comforting thing is that everything is nonsense, especially where you are concerned (its in your name, sens/non-sens). so your efforts in that direction are most commendable and i think i speak for all your readers when i say that this blog has been a source of sustenance for one and all in their moments of self-doubt as the beacon of truth in darkness. now that you say it is all nonsense, we can only feel better and more vindicated in the sorry stories each of us is running away from
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