"I'm going to spend this week reworking my story" I said, unaware my week was about to be filled with helping my dad instead. Sigh.
Well anyways, I found out it's proabbly not the story I'm unsatisfied with. I've been using all my energy at work to the point that I'm burnt out. And even when I do get days off, I've been doordashing for extra money. I'm not even finding joy in music, games, shows, and writing anymore. So I don't think the fic is the problem, it's my work. The apartment even got destroyed because I couldn't even get myself up to clean small messes. I gotta find some balance and time to truly relax.