there are so so SO many stories in my drafts that i wrote in 2017 and never looked back at. i thought they were so bad. but they’re not. i read them all just now and they’re so good. and i am not one to compliment my own work like, ever.
but at this point, i don’t know if i want to publish them. they have ideas down, some with outlines and an ending planned, 1-5 chapters properly written, and then nothing. i’m not sure if i have the willpower to finish any of them. i feel so sorry for myself for trying to write something good and then abandoning it out of insecurity, laziness, and business.
anyway, once again, no one will read this. that’s likely. but still. this is my sentiment to my past self.
to past me: you are appreciated by me. thanks for those cool ideas. i might write them again one day.
if anyone reads this, anyone at all, please let me know if you’d ever want to read any of them. if one person wants to, then maybe i’ll pick one of them up. maybe it can make someone’s day. not guaranteed tho. hahah.
love, jinsol.