Guys, *sigh* .... I don’t know how to say this without it sounding depressing or ... sad? I’m at a writers block ... meaning I can’t write anymore but it’s bad because I want to delete all of my books. Why? Well, because nobody is reading them and they all came to a dead end because of this. I kept telling myself the reads didn’t matter and that writing was my way of coping with my anxiety and depression but .. I just wanted to be recognized. So ... I’m gonna save all of my books into google docs and ... in the next few days ... they may not be there anymore because I’m tired and my depression just keeps getting worse and my anxiety is slowly eating me away and I just can’t keep up this fake act anymore. I just can’t pretend I’m happy anymore and I can’t live this life I’ve painted on here. I want to cry and scream and beg for mercy but I can’t because I don’t want to be seen weak ... so... maybe I’ll delete my books ... maybe they’ll stay as a reminder how I’m a failure... I know nobody is gonna read this but whatever...
Peace ✌ DeadWolfs