I really don’t even know what to put here. We just took our final in baking and I had my workshop in creative writing on Thursday, so now that I don’t have any responsibilities anymore, I feel like it’s a good time to finally end this.
I’m so tired of fighting. I just can’t do it anymore. I don’t have the energy, and it’s not like anything is going to get better.
Sitting here writing this, I’m thinking of how it’s been well over a year since I left my house to hang out with friends. They really don’t care, do they? That’s my own fault, though. But it’s still kind of sad to think about.
God, all I wanted was to be a writer. I wanted to change the world with my words. I wanted to be remembered for what I wrote. I was so fucking dumb, there’s no way I’d ever be able to do any of that when I can’t even find the motivation to pick up a damn pen and write.
I don’t even remember where I was going with this, but now I’m crying over dreams that were crushed a long time ago and I really want to kill myself.
Whatever, fuck it. I guess I’m gonna get some coffee and shower before I do anything else.
Because someone asked here is the link to my short story (still in progress) for creative writing:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qzldTyxHx99uPfQ0Cdt-st5LwKzZ158d21aeP34IC68/edit
Please don’t actually change anything. If you highlight something and right click (like if you were to copy and paste) a menu will pop up. Click on comment and write what you have to say or any grammatical errors. Thanks, I guess.