I'm like a hamster in a cage. I run and run on my stupid wheel and I get depressed when I realize I've run so far but have gone nowhere. That's how I am with my writing, I write and write for days on end until I am empty. Then I get depressed because my art doesn't ever seem worth the pain it comes with. I'm a very disordered hamster.
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6ftunderwithoutu
Jun 10, 2020 03:14AM
This is my first post in literal years. I finished demons don’t feel love, and I hated it. So i unpublished the story for my desperate need to edit and change it quite drastically in places. I have b...View all Conversations
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Demons Don't Feel Love
scarred from previous drug addiction and self harm, Annabelle puts her faith in a demon that aims to kill, an...
The Damage We Cause Ourselves
Poems that I have written about pain and sadness; fear and passion; loss and acceptance
The Damage we Cause Ourselves
If at the end of the day, pain is truly what you make it, then all those scars are self inflicted, my dear.
A...