I'm so sick, so fucking sick of it. Sometimes I just want to end it. What is the purpose of this anymore? I wake up every morning without some sort of goal to reach for. Writing? Is that what I claim I'm good at? Bullshit. Every time I read my writing, vomit seems to be lurking in my throat. I'm sick of this fanfic world. I'm so fucking sick of ( Read more... )

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I can't update Pulsatilla tonight. I have it all written up, but there's not a single cell that wants to put it up here. Too many grammar mistakes. Too many things that need to be rephrased. I honestly am not at all satisfied with the way it looks now, and I'm far too lazy to make it look the way I want it to look. Perhaps next week? Yeah, next ( Read more... )

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