its like a disease, without any cure

someone sends me a cover letter. an email to a potential employer. a resume. a SENTENCE. please take a look at this, they say. its no good, they say. how can i fix it, they say. HELP ME, they say. and i stop whatever i am doing, and i work on it. i move the words around. i see how they sound and how they look. i don't stop at "ok, this looks better," i keep going until i really like it. i've tried to stop at ok, and i can't. and these words aren't even going to be MINE. no one will know i've even seen them.

its like i can't bear to see words arranged badly. its like i don't think the words deserve that. its like a disease, without any cure.