Reading should be a Critic to my Writing, not Stop Me from Writing

For me, a day without writing feels like a week has passed. That’s why I feel it has been several months since I posted the last article.

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Reading has prevented me from typing a word, and not enough notes can make up for my ignorant sins of writing so poorly with a sense of uneducated pride.

I can’t believe there was a time when I was obsessed with posting daily, sacrificing time for reading.

I’ve been scouring my bland knowledge savings to write a school-kid-like diary to pamper the self-fulfilling dream of becoming a writer.

I’m a bad writer who showed great sincerity in every work but has terrible taste in literacy.

I’m an imbecile in writing without being confined by intelligence.

I spit out sordid opinions by partly grasping a few pieces of random articles.

Silence is golden, but before that, we were all noisy mental coins clinking together to discover deep wisdom.

I shall not shamefully lie on the concrete floor as a dull coin; that would forever be a miserable regret in life.

I will keep on writing in the spirit of young cubs and continue reading and learning like a thirsty illiterate.