Tried writing for the first time in ages... completely forgot how hard it is and how mentally exhausting it is.
It's funny that I've had this story playing in my head for years now, but it's so difficult to put it down on paper.
I don't know anymore, lately I've been questioning myself and what I really want to do. I want to write, but at the same time I don't feel the same sort of pleasure or satisfaction like I used to get from writing.
Maybe it's because I'm in college and I'm more focused on other things.
Maybe it's because back then I had a close group of friends that were so idealistic and full of hope that they gave me the morale boost I needed in order to write.
Maybe I was never meant to be a writer, and I just got lucky once and took people's compliments too far.
I don't know anymore. Everything just seems so distant and far away.
Gotta love existential despair.
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