Getting through

I'm a lazy perfectionist. Quite possibly the most unproductive qualities you could ask for. I want everything to be perfect, yet I can't bring myself to chug through something if there is even the slightest possibility of it falling short of the impossible expectations I set for myself.

So then I settle.

And by settling what I create becomes just a shell of what could have been.

By my perfectionist nature, everything I create I end up loathing.

It's a viscous cycle that eats away at my conscience.

Forever doomed to be unsatisfied with no one to blame but myself. 

Obligatory wtf am i doing first post

A lot of people have been telling me I need a better outlet in life. Said people have also told me that I should start writing again. Didn't feel too great about that though since I gave up writing 4 years ago. But as life accelerates around me now might be as good a time as any to start doing this again.

This however is purely therapeutic and the majority of these posts will end up being private. Occasionally though there will be a special post or two that will warrant a public viewings. Most of you know me though can probably guess right now that they'll probably be angry, disgruntled complaints about just about anything. You have been warned.