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I always need more from myself. I tell myself to create more than I consume lately but to create takes energy. I am a perfectionist you see, if I create something I want it to be perfect. And now that I’ve been behind to my creativeness I am afraid to go on any further so I hide my lines and I burry my ideas deep inside my brain because I have seen the power the ink on paper holds. I’ve seen it myself. I am nostalgic of my own self when I go back and read what I used to write. It is funny now, how I made myself the consumer by creating too little of too much. Is this a circle I am going to follow for the rest of my life? What do I have to let go in order to give in the fact that I consume now and not create? Should I go back or just jump to the future. All I know is that I keep missing who I was and what I used to create. It is rather a compliment, to admire my own work, if of course that doesn’t already make me egocentric.
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Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 7:42 AM UTC
Nostalgia
I always need more from myself. I tell myself to create more than I consume lately but to create takes energy. I am a perfectionist you see, if I create something I want it to be perfect. And now that I’ve been behind to my creativeness I am afraid to go on any further so I hide my lines and I burry my ideas deep inside my brain because I have seen the power the ink on paper holds. I’ve seen it myself. I am nostalgic of my own self when I go back and read what I used to write. It is funny now, how I made myself the consumer by creating too little of too much. Is this a circle I am going to follow for the rest of my life? What do I have to let go in order to give in the fact that I consume now and not create? Should I go back or just jump to the future. All I know is that I keep missing who I was and what I used to create. It is rather a compliment, to admire my own work, if of course that doesn’t already make me egocentric.
marielele
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21/F/Cyprus
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 7:42 AM UTC
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