Replaced "car" with "computer" in the first line of the song "Two Ton Paperweight" by Psychostick

I cannot upload images onto deviantART through my computer (Last several were from my guardian's laptop) but text documents work fine. So I decided that I practice my literary since it might be my desolate future. I planed on writing short stories, but... that's easier said than done I can come up with stories in my head from anything but I can't seem to put it on paper. So I'm trying my hand at poetry since it's the cliche thing to do in my recent condition (Not the computer thing, something personal ).

But... it's not helping Though a good friend of mine uses it to blow off some steam, it does not seem to affect me. I am too anal retentive, like a robot, poetry is more of a chore for me than an expression. I obsess over the details (rhyme, meter, etc.) and forget of the point.

Upon hearing this, my friend said that drawing is my outlet. Yet it is the same thing: details. I desire perfection, which is one of my downfalls. That and hope; hope and it's consequences *sigh*

"A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love" ~ Stendhal

I hate hope...