@Gumnny_fans Aye, man. Nice seeing you here, again! I would spill the beans in dm's, but I didn't realize that Wattpad had omitted that feature. A shame, but I digress. If I'm being honest with you, there are a plethora of reasons of why I feel meaningless. It's been about four years since I've started taking literary writing seriously, and throughout that time, there were a lot of revelations that came to light, which really started to exert full forced pressure on me until I was completely flattened, like dough.
1.No one actually cared about me when I was a child. A lot of the friends I had by then just used me to poke fun at me and my tendencies.
2.I have a learning disability in both reading and writing, meaning it takes more time for me digest what I read and what I wrote down. I knew about this all my life, but it doesn't actually kick in till I....well, sit down and read/write. Part of the reason why I don't know if I could be a literary writer.
3.I tend to compare myself a lot with other people, especially those that don't care about reading/writing. They don't have to put effort, like I do, yet they can still get a lot of admiration and praise.
4.Kind of on the same thread as three. I feel underappreciated both on the work I make and as a human being.
5.People say I'm smart, but they never give me an example, even after I ask them, making that claim weightless.
I think those are the major ones aside from some other detailed crumbs. Typing all that kind of started to heighten my anger. I was never an angry sort of guy, but I have given up trying to repel my depression, as it really gives me a migraine when I do. I sometimes tended to lash out to my friends, which is mostly why I put on a temporary mask before I devolve, again. As of today, I'm still waiting on therapy sessions, but that won't happen until November, sadly. My teachers have also been supportive of me, too, so that's good. If you'd like to talk more, hit me on discord, Murray! :)
