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Futile Attempts

I must be psychologically disturbed. A blog post turns out unsatisfactory and I delete it and another one which was in draft... And I feel irritable that the blog post was not very enjoyable. I feel irritated at myself, can't put the feeling in words, almost angry. feel like throwing something at something else and having one of it shatter...

such strong emotional response to a failed blog post? I need therapy!

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