Sometimes I cry when writing isn’t an option.

Writing is difficult, I think that's the issue. It looks like it should be easy, what do you even do? type or scrawl down words? Everyone does that to some extent. I have no room to make a fuss.

But here I am, fussing about writing. That's because writing is easy, until its impossible. I've built up my expectations of my writing, but now those expectations are a blockade, keeping myself from improving, halting myself from moving forward.

This is only made more messy, my friend, when we take into account that writing is an art form. Its utilized to express whatever is going on under the fleshy masks we've got on. Writing can be meditative, educational, and expressive, so why is it so hard? Why do I end up crying over the blank paper? Why do I sometimes cry when writing isn't an option?