(This is from a part in ATOTF)
I have no motivation. ,When I make myself write I feel that my content isn't as good as it used to, especially in this book.
I don't know what to say to be honest.
It's four minutes past three in the morning, it's the last day of school break and I thought I'd try and update but I just kept on writing.
'Idek how to update like OMG write something you illiterate piece of poop.'
Over and over again. I thought I'd get something off my chest.
It is horrible. It is horrible staring at a blank page, or paper. It stares back at you jokingly, calling you petty names because you don't have anything good to say. As a creator, I know that this is stupid. I am stronger than the emptiness...but somehow, knowing that doesn't make it any easier.
I've come to procrastinating over something that use to give me joy. In the end, isn't that the story of life?
We find hope, love and joy. We then grow up, time goes on and things and the people around us change. We loose the hope, love and joy.
I feel like that's the kind of thing this book will be full of.
I just got in trouble for not watching the fire and not paying enough attention to my surroundings. *sigh* I fail.
Catch you later, Procrastinators. Like_whatever_5 out.