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I can't stop my mind from coming up with new ideas.
Constantly, be it during work or while trying to sleep, I have to stop what I'm doing and note down the new ideas that came to me out of nowhere.

Restless creativity. Never-ending tension for not creating more. The feeling of 'I could be writing right now' follows me at all times.

So why is it that I can't write?

That kind of pretentious-sounding title, and a description that says absolutely nothing.

I vomited these words onto a seldom-used notebook. The next day, I woke up, and regreted it completely.

Words give feelings form. My previously formless emotions became real.

It would be better if I had never written this - then, I could have kept lying to myself.

Aren’t I stupid?