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Brobee is not doing so well at meeting his NaNoWriMo goals

Maybe given my propensity for beating up on myself, NaNoWriMo is not a good idea for me. I will try to complete it this year so I don’t feel like a total loser, but will probably not do it again because every time I look at that stupid little asshole graph that they have showing where you should be and what your real progress is, and mine is lacking, I feel like a total loser.

Just to clarify, the graph does not look like an asshole. But maybe it should.

Whenever I see that fucking thing, I end up telling myself what a dumb piece of crap I am, that I can’t do anything right, and that I’ll never finish this because I suck like an industrial strength vacuum. I find myself saying that I’m not really a writer because a real writer can come up with the prescribed amount of material on schedule. A real writer meets deadlines. For fuck’s sake, a real writer could certainly meet the prescribed goals of an assignment that does not require any fucking editing! I can’t even do this right. Etc Etc, so on and so forth, same thing I’ve heard from my cunty inner critic for years. I hate that bitch and if I could tear her out of my psyche I would inflict so many stab wounds on her that she would not even be recognizable. I would so go ballistic on her ass for all the pain she has inflicted on me over the years.

It just goes to show–I truly am my own worst enemy.

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