When I put in effort, I enjoy what I write. I can say without modesty that some parts I've written are very very good.
However, most of the times I find that I hurry to the parts that I want far too quickly, and that either ends up boring but bearable - when I keep being decent and actually try - or just plain bad.
Most of the time, however, I feel somewhat regretful.
Understanding my intentions when I wrote particular places in particular ways, I can tell what I wanted to do and where I wanted to take the story, but as I keep writing, I get all these ideas and plans for the story, and it all snowballs into a bunch of awkwardly-combined places that make no sense thematically.
I can't help but feel regretful because on their own, those ideas could be good, and even when combined with more care and more sparingly, they could be good, but I usually end up too greedy and can't help and mess it up, even when I know I should take it slow, and when I know I can make it good.
My dialogues are terrible however and I can't help it because the idea of actually talking to another person in person make me want to throw up.