Saturday, 1 august 2020
I don't understand.
I try so hard, but it feels impossible.I can't write, nothing comes out. And when something does come out it's complete shit.
I have to edit it over and over again and it's still not good enough.This was the only thing I was good at, the only thing I was proud of.
The one thing that helped me through so many hard times... And now I have nothing.Just this void I can't fill in, no matter how hard I try.
If I don't surpass this... all writing will ever be is another doomed dream.
And all of it will be for nothing.

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Head High
Non-FictionI am eighteen now, and still scared. I haven't always been a scared person, life somehow made me that way at some point. Over the summer I learnt to fight back. I am still scared, but you don't know. Because I have my head held high. And mark my wor...