Maybe I couldn't relate to all ten of the points in this short peice. Maybe I don't double text ot use a thesarus or know who Sylvia Plath is. But I do have a story for everything else. Wanting everyine to read my work but being afraid at the same time. Falling in love with characters I created and not being able to let them go. Not knowing whether to use lie or lay (it still bothers me), having so many fragments of stories I want to write but no plot or characters to go with them. Clearing my search history because my parents would think I was pregnant, psychotic, or on drugs. And man, how do you choose what words to use to descru describe someone's eyes when, in your head, they're a dictionary full or verbs.