The problem with life...Mature

...People expect too much. I expect too much. I keep thinking somehow I will get the one thing I've been working hard at right. But no, no matter how I approach the task, I still seem to fail. Am I hoping for too much? Wanting to please everyone?

The one story I've developed for years in my head. The one that's dearest to me. Is the one story I can never seem to write well enough. I don't understand how I can write a story I've only worked on for two years better than one that's been in my head since I was thirteen. Am I misunderstanding something? Am I too close to the story and characters to see where I don't tell people enough. Am I so used to the characters that I'm not showing their personality enough?

Where am I going wrong here?

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