I don't know what my problem is. Whenever I try to get something finished I write like a paragraph and I don't know what else to say, I want to cry but I can't even bring myself to. I still wonder what I did to deserve this fate. What I did to have to depend on a bunch of pills to "function." I feel like my creative writing might actually take me somewhere, but I don't even know. I've been discouraged so much by those who claim they'd support me no matter what I choose to do with my life but now I want to do this and it's not enough? Sorry.
Song of the Day: Eurobeat Brony and The Living Tombstone - Discord
I LOVE MLP DUDE WAIT
33 days until classes end.
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