My Writing Side

Perfection. That’s what he strives for. Every punctuation mark and structure choice must be flawless. I will never live up to his standards. He jumps up to the highest cloud in the sky, but needs to go into space to be satisfied. I’m always one step behind him. He is difficult to deal with, with his frantic personality and whatnot. So many ideas keep flowing from his mouth but in turn they clog up my brain until there is nothing else I can think about. Self-control is a big issue. Sometimes he can be a little angel but most of the time he is a ball of fury, scolding me and urging me to keep going. I wish he would leave sometimes, but I know he never will. He takes time to rest and go to sleep once in a while, but not often. I could be spending time with my friends, out to dinner let’s say, and he will jolt awake and throw a tantrum because I have a fork instead of a pencil in my hand. He is definitely not my friend. Not my enemy either. I definitely don’t see him as an idol, but he keeps me writing. I guess he isn’t a bad influence after all. He’s the reason why.