idk why but writing these days feels like...different. it used to bring me joy but now, it makes me feel...anxious, like i'm committing a sin.
i think the main reason was because my pinterest was deleted and a beloved story of mine's board was deleted.
i had it for over a year with over 10,000 pins and i didn't even know it was deleted until i tried logging in again only to read an email stating my account was deleted and my heart sank.
like, i know it seems silly but that meant a lot to me because the characters and everything was a piece of my soul. idk if i'll try to write anytime soon, or possibly in the near future as i was reminded once again that writing was distracting me from my studies when it wasn't but i have to obey the rules.
following this decision, my heart sank and i have shed tears many a times but i have come to accept it and looking at my younger friends and seeing their passion, enthusiasm and dedication to write makes the hole in my chest more prominent and the feeling of being hollow worse.