Ouch

I'm not actually sure whether I've mentioned on this blog that I write in my spare time. I've been writing mostly poetry as of late, and have begun to note my developing an irritating habit. When my eyes scan over a line that I'm not satisfied with, and that for the life of me I've been unable to get right, my brain blocks any ability to think critically about it, and instead of feeling annoyed or depressed, it just hurts. Reading that bitch of a line is actually like a knife to the heart. Well, more like a small injection or something. Mmm, no, more like a...a punch to the eye. Yeah that's about right. So, not fatal, but still.