I'm not dead, so please read this
Hey there, it’s been a reasonable amount of time since I’ve last published anything. I know I’ve fucked up, but I hope I can make it up to you all. Basically what was happening was not because of writer’s block. It’s mostly because of fear and somewhat laziness. It’s not that I hate writing, I still love the arts, the crafts, and the wand I possess as a living being. It’s just that over the months, I’ve started to doubt my artform, my expression, my living asseveration that I publish to this very website. When I started writing, it was mainly fanfics, but one night... I decided to make my creation like Frankenstein at around 3 am. I've been holding off my work, not because of profit, but rather because I feel like it's not good enough for your standards. As a writer or any creationist out there: there should be a standard. Hell, most of my chapters are filled with not only burnout but also me thinking "I want this chapter to end already." It's not fun to think like that: It's appalling to think about something that I love to just be... nothing, but a 9-5 job. I have so many fucking ideas, yet I don't know the right words... My English is just shit, so forgive me. I'll probably post most of my stories on requiem of hearts so look out for that. Anyways, I'm in college... Hopefully, I won't die... Maybe.
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