I hate....

I hate everything I have ever written! I want to delete this blog, to burn my pages, to trash my computer, to turn off my brain. How can a few hours affect everything so profoundly? I know it's just self doubt, but damnit, everyone read and, like usual, only my writing gets the "constructive criticism". You know what, go fuck yourself and your constructive criticism. I feel raw in a way I have never felt about my writing. Is it the by-product of a migraine? A migraine of the artistic spirit, it leaves me stripped and sensitive. It's my own fault, I know. I always say I can take it, but sometimes I can't. I'm not always as durable, as solid, as tough as I pretend to be.