Palpable is the frustration of inability to be bothered to write. Frustration is reading that first sentence back and realising how fucking clumsy it is, though it does arguably get the point across.

Satisfaction is having written a paragraph and moving on to a second one, but annoyance is not being able to think of where to take it.

Soreness is the head that is scratched... Because who the fuck doesn’t scratch their head when they’re thinking?

Relief is getting to the end of this piece of garbage, but realising that it has no frigging purpose, other than a shitty mishmash of crap.

I hear there’s a market for that.