i have not finished one single story in my entire life. come to think of it, i'm not good at starting stories in their glorious beginnings either. i always start in the middle. like now.
no sense i know, but i'm working my way up to it. i just needed a space to breathe out every angst i feel against this fucked-up world. the place i'm in right now is draining me of my talent, my worth, my creativity, my sense of self.
i feel like i'm drowning. it's dark and cold, but i've grown used to it. there's no more pain - because there's no more feeling.
what a way to start a blog. ###
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