aargh.

writer's envy is threatening to consume me.

i will never be able to convey ideas as clearly or blisteringly as the way others have done in the things i've been reading. i know i have my own writer's "voice" and all that, but i'm becoming more and more convinced that it doesn't have anything good to say.

i feel like a fucking failure right now.

i'm going to blame it on residual pms, i think.

the world could implode from this much awesome.