ever just hhhh feel like your work is useless because no one ever wants to talk about it, or do anything when it's over with
like. . . . i don't know, i spend a lot of my time writing, making myself feel good, but then my work just rots away, or sits here and rots away because no one's willing to read most of it
that's probably because my standards are way too high. need to put them down
have a . . . have an intervention with myself about the fact that maybe people don't want to read about the same madman going insane over and over again because of things beyond his control, or the heartbreak and pain caused by unrequited love because i've done that over and over, it never stops, i tell you, it never wants to just /cease/