...Still up.

Don't you hate it when you feel like writing something but don't because you believe it'll turn out to be a piece of crap?

I'm feeling that way right now.

I have no idea if it's me being a picky perfectionist, my self-confidence shot like bricks, both or something else. Something about your idea not being as good or amazing as you hoped it would be. Or failing to finish writing it. Or blowing up against me with unnecessary stress. I don't know, all those little worries like that.