waiting for winter...
I'm not doing so well.
Cries for help are such plot devices when used as plot devices, and the writer part of me, the part that sees my life as literature, that part of me cringes at asking, at creating unnecessary drama, at the effect to the cause, rippling outward. It seems so cliché, and I hate cliché. And then there's the obligatory false- ( Read more... )
Cries for help are such plot devices when used as plot devices, and the writer part of me, the part that sees my life as literature, that part of me cringes at asking, at creating unnecessary drama, at the effect to the cause, rippling outward. It seems so cliché, and I hate cliché. And then there's the obligatory false- ( Read more... )
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I've always been a firm believer that you live to learn and grow as a person, and to love your friends and family, to accomplish something you find interesting and worthwhile. Things like that. I don't think there's some great, giant purpose that we're all here for, I think we just get through life and enjoy the ride. *shrugs*
Sorry to hear that you're feeling purposeless, though. That's always a rough patch to get through. If writing helps, do what you've gotta do. You could always try making a "bucket list" sort of thing to give you definitive goals you'd like to work towards/accomplish. That might take some of the edge off.
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