Sunday, May 28, 2017

Pointless Exercise

Here I sit again, not understanding why I have to write.  There is nothing for me to say.  I do not have an "unique" perspective.  Sure, I've been through some shit, but so have many other.  My pain is not a valuable and uncommon experience, nor am I able to eloquently convey my internal state.  I am a hack who pretends to be an artist, but without a compelling viewpoint and with no voice.  That is why I don't write, that is why I don't paint. I love doing these things, but I can not do them well.

I'm not sure why my therapist wants me to engage in this pointless exercise.

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