It hurts now that I've realized that my "writer's block" I've been saying I have for about two years now is because he's practically gone from my life. I look back at all that I've written, and it's been about him. Of course, I didn't start writing because of him, I didn't even know him for like a year and a half when I started writing. But once I met him, once I fell in love, it all became an outlet for my affection towards him. It took me over. I became hella dependent. Then it all came crashing down, and I've learned to move on with time, and now I don't care about him in the slightest. I wish him the best, of course, since we were simply toxic for each other and couldn't realize it for the longest time. But I've stopped worrying about him and I've learned to worry about myself again, I've gone back to my actual friends. And now I have no motivation to write. And it saddens me, because writing used to be the highlight of my day, I'd do it for hours with no end and just headphones and music. Now I'll write two sentences, delete them, and not come back to it for a year. I continue to call myself a writer because I want to write and I've written so many things...but can I still do that now that I've acknowledged my circumstances? I don't know. I just don't know.
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