every 200 years, i rise from the dead to update my profile pic, promising myself i’ll come back to wattpad soon, fully knowing that i probably never will.
every 200 years, i rise from the dead to update my profile pic, promising myself i’ll come back to wattpad soon, fully knowing that i probably never will.
i have all of this book inspo but i suck at putting it into words. ugh i thought i was a good writer and now i just feel like a failure. i feel like i cant write anything outside of phanfiction and it sucks