oneshot | boynextdoor

letter - writer

This was written on one of those tough days :)

The day was raining heavily. I lay down in bed and opened my phone. I was scrolling through social media when I found myself opening the orange-colored app.

I clicked on the pencil symbol, selecting the book I'm trying to work on. The "boynextdoor" oneshot caught my attention, so I clicked on it. I began to write, but the idea seemed cliché, so I quickly erased it.

I tried to find another idea, but nothing came.

I sighed heavily.

Again, I tried to find another idea, but nothing came.

I looked back at my previous works. There were so many readers and comments. I smiled. "There are people reading my book..." I thought to myself. But the smile quickly disappeared.

"Should I stop writing?"

I closed the app and turned off my phone. I stared at the ceiling, thinking hard. "Should I stop?" I said, a bit louder so I could hear my own voice.

This has been going on for a few weeks now. Has it been months already? I can't remember. My writing isn't improving—like I wanted it to in my head.

I wanted more, but I couldn't think of anything.

My eyes shifted to the notes on my board; there are loads of homework that I haven't done yet. Yet, I have no motivation to start. The exam is nearing, but I haven't studied. Yet.

Thanks to all this thinking, I am now lost in space. So many thoughts, so many questions, so much stress. Then again, I asked myself:

"The readers wouldn't mind if I stop writing... right?"