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It's like me to feel that my work is horrible and distasteful after completing it,

I feel like I should tear it to shreds.

I hate how an explanation for it is always asked for.

Wish anyone could just insert some random interpretation of my work and quit asking, cause I don't like explaining why I do things.

Sounds so cold and unfriendly, I don't know why.

So I finally got down to translating my intentions to words,

But I kinda-somewhat didn't save it, and it got deleted.

I give up.

For the first time in my life, I would rather be doing something else, like literature or economics or something.

Ok, maybe not.