Things that Irk me: Rants of Wattpad

I lied - Never mind

So everything I said about last chapter I change my mind.

So how might you change your mind, someone may ask?

Well just a lot happen in those hours after I posted it.

I was so excited too, but now I couldn't care less if I suddenly stopped breathing.

It's that bad I guess.

I don't really care about anything anymore.

I don't care about writing or drawing or thinking about stories in my head.

Or just anything.

The only thing I want to do is distract myself and do work assignments and stuff.

Even though that's not healthy or anything at but yeah.

I don't feel like I can write anymore for awhile, even though I started that when I was young, naive and wanted to share a story that I had in my head to others.

I thought I would have enough followers and a few people that would enjoy it as much as I did.

Then as time when on I wrote and did art to help me cope with the annoying aspects of life and dealing with mental health and the Narcissists in my family.

But now here I am with so many ideas but I don't feel like any of that matters anymore.

Is this why I always prepared for myself with this happens and feel not emotional at all?

Because I haven't had a chance to prepare?

Maybe now this is what an actual death that means to me feels like and everything.

3am and crying
- signing off

P.S. I don't blame you at all and I understand completely, I have mental health too sometimes and like sometimes it's really bad and you need to get away I get that and maybe in 3 years time we'll talk again.