I am writing everyday. Since this year. every. fucking. day. I post something new in wattpad. But does wattpad give a shit about it? no. of corse not. Cause I still remain a failure on the internet. nothing is like how I imagined when I was little.
But hold on a sec-
I have to write a keyword story again. And the thing is. I ain't upset about it. I could see it as a chance to get all my forgotten English skills out and puke it all on my piece of paper and hope that I might get my motivation back by getting compliments that I am getting better in writing again. But ya know what? Hoping is for losers. I ain't doin it. I know Im worthy to not give a single bit of the fuck I don't even own. I need nobody bitches. Be like me. emotional phase me is dead now. Order a fucking funeral for that pathetic loser. I ain't got no time for that bullshit
I do not need somebody to say what is good or bad about my writing. I be make my own rules. And nobody is going to stand on my way.
Heres a picture of me in 50 years by not caring about time wasting bullshit:
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