I hate this inarticulateness

I'm insanely jealous of people who can translate their thoughts into calm, clear and flowing prose that is pleasant to read.

Mine's just a muddy, meandering river with gushing turbulent waters. I'm unclear, I circumnavigate around my point and controlled by bouts of randomness and restlessness.

Oh peace and clarity of thoughts, when will you ever dawn on me?

Because every time I try, it just ends up looking like a vile case of Trying Too Hard.