My comments are on crack :D

I love how I'm supposed to be happy because I have this great opportunity yet the only thing I feel is pressured and anxious. I don't know who I want to be. I don't even know who I am. What am I even doing here? What's the meaning of life? I question myself all the time, and you want me to have it all figured out. 
          
          I'm scared that if I leave too soon, I'll forget everything and my opportunities will be limited. I'm scared that if I stay too long, I'll be stuck with stress and debt. Everyone aspires to be something -  a doctor, a nurse. I just want peace. You take my lack of determination as laziness, but what use is a battle if you're fighting for nothing?
          
          My interests seem so small to you. Everyone wants to be a writer. Everyone wants to be a star. Not everyone gets the chance. Some people reach for the sun and end up behind the counter at a fast food restaurant. You don't want me to be like them.
          
          But all I want is to be happy. I don't think you want me to be happy. Stable, yes. You think that means happy. 
          
          But there's no balance. The scale keeps toppling from side to side, bearing the weight I carry on my shoulders. Your expectations, my expectations. The expectations of people who don't really know me. 
          
          I fret and I fret. Sleep either consumes my soul or avoids me like the plague. The shell of me whispers its deepest darkest fears in the dark. My mind plays a film of 20 years wasted, replaying it every time I close my eyes. You tell me "that's what happens when you're an adult", your words make me feel like a child. 
          
          So, the choice is mine, and you know I hate making choices. I can disappoint everyone, or I can disappoint myself. 
          
          (My shit post I wrote while dying inside ☠)

Hey there I am hosting an award show so would you like to be a judge there? That would be great if you could do so. Because I absolutely love your work.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/373451607?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=janefanfics

I'm active for a bit. How is everyone? Got any issues lately? Lay them at ma feet. Willing to give free advice that could be unhelpful☠️☠️

Anybody else hate socialising?
          
          I keep going to these uni events to socialise with people and instead just end up putting myself in social anxiety inducing situations I don't want to be in.

1392. How about a man from that time? 
          
          Mind giving it a read? 
          
          Thanks & apologies❤
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/369354151?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=tanvelope

Hey, bestie! I'm hoping everything's going well for you. ❤️
          
          Quick question – do you have plans to bring back some of your old taken-down books? I miss reading your old stories like "Stay At Home," "Christmas in New York," "We're Stuck Here," etc. 
          
          I remember loving their hilarious humor and whimsical vibe. I know you're busy with your studies these days and might be struggling to find time to write (same here, tbh), so there's no rush or pressure at all. It's just a fun request! Take care, bestie! Love you!

Okay crazy theory but you know how people say that after you die you get seven minutes before your brain shuts down wherein you go through all your memories? Imagine if those creepy shadowy figures you see in the corner of your eye every so often is just the dead version of you from the future, checking in on your memories for the last time.

At the point where I'm getting pretty tired of large film companies releasing mediocre remakes of movies that were amazing alone. 
          Like, guys, come on. You make millions of dollars. Surely you can hire (and appropriately pay) a writer to create plots for original movies. You rely too heavily on the reputation of a brand that is slowly crumbling beneath your feet. Nothing is new, not even your actors. Your movies have gone from passionate art to easy cash grabs, and everyone can see that. You no longer appeal to families; you no longer tell stories and inspire. You catch the attention of small impressionable children, hooking them in with overused fart jokes and colourful characters that have the personality of an overcooked chicken drumstick. They can't tell the difference between your movie and a video from Cocomelon. 
          There used to be a moral to the stories. 
          Now there is none. 
          Just greed.
          Your villains used to have that trait. 
          Now you do.

Does anybody know any good cover shops? My last cover shop deleted on me ☠

Anyone watched the series "From"? 
          Everyone is crazy in it and I'm fucking terrified☠️