I don't know if I'm striving for anything that I can put into words.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
You can put anything into words, except your own life.
When I write something, every word of it is meant. I can't say it enough.
I have tried to keep on with my striving because this is the only hope I have of ever achieving anything worthwhile and lasting.
I write down portions, maybe fragments, and perhaps an imperfect view of what I'm hoping to write. Out of that, I keep trying to find exactly what I want.
I'm not really sure if I have anything that inspires me.
I'm always most interested in writing about things that I don't understand.
I've been writing, in one way or another, for as long as I can remember.
I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.
I'll write anything; I don't want to judge its form.
I can't put into words what I think about anything.