Press 'delete'

Writing and writing until your fingers are nothin but bone. Brittle, cracking bone. You read what you've written and shake your head, knowing NO ONE would want to read that. So you try again, and three drafts later you're stuck with an angry blog entry and people on your mind you should've forgotten about a long time ago. But still you work, and you try to make it sound like something decent that someone would want to read. In reality, no one cares what you're wrote but the few people who scan through your blog when they're bored. And maybe there are a few good friends or family member or a significant other that actually cares what you write but will never admit it or comment on it. It's only when you write the dark things that you don't mean but make a good story that people start to worry. You rip your hair out trying to force words that won't come. And that's when you realize, no one cares. That's when you press DELETE.