I realize that this looks like a link article, which is sort of intentional, but not really. zaidi like, I came up with the idea and realized that Cracked may au may not have inspired me.

Anyway, I thought of uandishi this last night before I fell asleep, so now I feel like I need to write it. It's mainly me rambling about... wewe guessed it! How I suck at writing. Though, it's not really sucking, it's just zaidi the fact that I hate uandishi anything from makala like this to papers for school to even the smallest comments. It's even weird for me how much I cringe when I write something and then re-read it.

Throughout this article, I will be using link makala that I wrote a while back as an example. And let the rambling commence!

1. Word Repetition

I may be the only one who notices that I use a lot of words over and over because, well, I'm the one that uses them, but it still irks me nonetheless. Words like "haha," "anyway," "totally," "though," "kind of," "even," "real/really," "oh," and "way" are some examples. I sound like a valley girl. (Note: I don't use these words repetitively in school, just on the internet.)

makala examples:
- "That's kind of sad, actually."
- "Now that that's out of the way..."
- "(...)though I think some of wewe know the state."

*cringes*

The problem is, that no matter how much I notice and despise when I use these words over and over, I honestly can't come up with words that'll carry across what I want to like these will. When I do find another word au phrase that has the same meaning, if it's not as simple as the word I'm trying to replace, then I feel like I'll come off as some pretentious and arrogant know-it-all. And that brings me to...

2. I'm Self-Conscious

This ties into the rest of the points in the makala so maybe it should have been number one, but whatever. As wewe may have noticed, I've alisema that I cringe a lot when writing. This is because I put myself too much into what y'all are going to think. In my head with every word that I put down, I have to think how it'll come across to the people kusoma it. Does it sound like I'm 4? Does it sound boring? Does it sound like I'm trying too hard? Will people even want to read this with a stupid title like that?

makala examples: The whole article. Even kusoma it now it makes me wince a little thinking about how it may sound to other people.

The problem with this is that it's very hard to anticipate how words will affect the people kusoma them. Even in school in the rare occurrence that I actually feel comfortable with what I'm writing, I still have no idea what the teacher will think my intentions were when uandishi the paper. I may think that I sounded extremely mature, using advanced vocabulary and avoiding fallacies, but the teacher will end up saying that I sounded immature because it sounded forced. I can't win, which is why I get self-conscious.

3. New Ideas

I have none. au it seems that way. A simple maoni of "Aw, how cute!" can end in me thinking "Now, I KNOW that I've alisema that before." au after kusoma what other people have written I realize that they alisema it better than I ever could and, sometimes consciously and other times not, my maoni au makala resembles that person's. I think, "Well, that sounds right! And look at how everyone responded to it. That person must have done something right, so if I use the same tone, for example, maybe I won't sound wackadoo."

makala examples: Basically the whole idea of the makala was copied from members of this spot, if that tells wewe anything.

The problem with this one is that most of the time I can't help it. Try as I might, I still type and write things that I could swear that I've heard somewhere else, whether from myself au another person.

4. I Get Uncomfortable and Awkward

This happens the most at the the beginning and end of a paper au article. Starting to write is difficult for me as I guess it is for everyone, but I never seem to get the hang of it. I feel like I need to say something witty in order for people to read my horrible makala and papers, and I feel like I end up falling flat. It sounds awkward and forced. The end is no better. "Okay... I just finished my article/paper and now I need to say something to make them forget the nonsense they just read and think that I'm clever!" Which I'm not and it shows.

makala examples: The beginning and the end, haha. Pretty much common sense after the above paragraph.

The problem is, like I said, I can't get the hang of uandishi an introduction and conclusion that doesn't sound like I'm on my hands and knees begging y'all to think that I'm clever and smart.

5. I Edit
*As an experiment, this inayofuata section is going to be plainly my train of thought. No editing. Yes, everything before this has been and will be edited until my arms fall off.*

This plays into the whole self-conscious thing and that I hate kusoma things that don't sound like me at all. So what do I do to solve it? Me and all my brilliance hariri for it to sound like me until I don't sound like me at all. Makes sense, right? I don't know why the heck I do it, but it makes me feel better and makes me feel like I'm not coming across as someone that I don't want to. But all of it sounds like a boring robot reciting that bare minimum to get its point across dashed with some awkward seasoning. Delicious.

makala examples: I really can't remember all that I edited in the makala and what it was before, so I'm going to just say that probably the whole thing was edited.

After I finish this and read the rest of the article, I'll see if this will continue to be a problem au not. If I don't sound like a lunatic right now, I may just write like this (not in school, of course). If I do sound crazy, then I'll continue to hariri away! Yay!

Okay, the article's done. Rejoice! If wewe got through it, congratulations on your part. And if wewe have any tips for me (I need them), I will gladly take them! Anything to improve the uncomfortable horrorfest that is my uandishi experience.

I also realize that uandishi an makala about how wewe suck at uandishi makala is kind of counterproductive. Kind of like how a kid who hates spaghetti, tambi eats spaghetti, tambi only to onyesha his parents how he threw it up.