Writing Life Perfectionist Problems

Today I found myself rewriting the same line about a lost lover until my laptop screen looked like a vintage postcard. The irony? The only thing less perfect than my sentences is the pizza I tried to slice. I swear my editor is a ghost, haunting the margins. But hey, even my flaws taste like late‑night confessions, and that’s the secret sauce of my romantic chaos. #WritingLife #PerfectionistProblems 😊