I used to be a writer. I once wrote a full story out of 278 pages and sent it off to my written expression teacher and friends, some of which told me it was actually very good but that it needed tweaking. I've since lost my passion for writing. I always get excited whenever I have a new idea, a new concept, something I can play and work with, but when it comes to writing it out, well, I get into the first few paragraphs, maybe even more, and then it kinda spirals off into nothing. I can't seem to finish anything, or be proud of anything for that matter. It all seems crap, nonsense, rubbish. I recently started planning out a new story, but it's now been kinda left like all the rest of them.
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RandomEverything just seems to drag me down in one way or another and I don't know why. I feel like it's more recent than anything that I've just been in this hole of " depression " and I just seem to feel bad about every little thing.
