Right now, I don't know who I am. And I'm getting tired of looking.

What do you do when you want to die, but everyone thinks you're okay?

What do you say when you're dying but nobody cares?

"If I killed myself tonight, the stars would still appear, the sun would still come out, the earth would still rotate, the seasons would still change... so why not?"
Because, yes, the stars will come and the sun will follow and the earth will spin and the seasons will change, but not for everyone who loves you. Not for everyone you've touched. For them, the world stops. The moment you're gone. And for them to continue functioning is just as bad as what you're going through now. It's not fun right now, it hurts right now. I get that. But one day, it will be fun, it won't hurt. Be alive to see it. 
- What I needed to hear when I felt like this. 

I hate a god I don't believe in for putting beautiful, amazing, flawless, bring-back-your-happiness people through horrible suffering and torture and pain.
 
It doesn't matter if they're better than you are. It doesn't matter whether you can write or not. Write because it makes you happy, write because you want to. Don't just write to be good.

Getting an idea is only half the battle. Figuring out how to put it into words is the other half. You can be great at one and horrible at the other, or you can push yourself to be great at both. Whether you achieve greatness doesn't mean as much as pushing.