now, writing seems to be the bane of my life
thinking and thinking
worrying and worrying
running things over and over my head
till my brain cells are like dying

i hate the feeling
of worrying and worrying
playing over the situations a few gazillion times in my head
the paralysis of fear
puts me off taking action

when writing used to be a form of joy
to share my experiences
and express my thoughts
letters received were greeted with glee
eagerly anticipated and replied with enthusiasm

now, it has taken on a different form
that of academia usage
formal, intelligent, concise
requiring much composition and thought
before you even begin to type a single word