Complaining
I have no job, no life and few friends. The people I see the most are my social workers and m family. I'm trying to be a writer but my ADD is getting the better of me. That and a person who I will not name keeps saying my work is crap. I can't help but take it to heart. How do you cope when everything seems grey, grim and life seems like an endless nothing followed by nothing with a side of nothing. I've worked for long years trying to be a good writer, I can't give up and become something else.