Written 30 September 2019
"I wanna write . . . I should stop writing . . . I wanna write . . . I should stop writing . . ."
These are the two choices lingering inside my head; I couldn't decide which should I actually follow. I mean―either of the two choices will only lead to the same outcome: another spectacular failure. At this point, I'm just having a hard time which of the two evils is the "lesser evil": continue writing the current novel project I've held for so long, with a guaranteed success rate of zero percent―or stop writing altogether, and let my dark, degenerative thoughts consume me, until I find myself inside the four walls of a lunatic asylum, or worse.
Fucking great.
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