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Ohmygodddd getting reviews for Beautiful World makes me want to straaaaangle myseeeelf.
In... a good way. If that makes sense.
Because people say the nicest things and then I'm all "It kinda sucks that my writing peaked years ago and now I do NOTHING BUT SAY "Huh. I ought to write that book" instead of actually doing it."
Instead I write about Kevin Jonas.
Fail, Melissa. Fail.
I should really get to work on that book, huh?
I'm so unworthy of any praise I receive.
Which makes me want to strangle myself. A little. And then be better. I should be better. I've got the urge to write coming out of my fingertips, all this creativity building up. Do it do it do it.
It's not like I haven't got the time.
Why do I feel like I need someone to hold my hand when I write?
Writing is like, the most solitary profession.
It's perfect for me.
BECAUSE I AM ALWAYS ALONE. :(
Oh, the emo. It's too much sometimes.
I'm a little manic today.
In... a good way. If that makes sense.
Because people say the nicest things and then I'm all "It kinda sucks that my writing peaked years ago and now I do NOTHING BUT SAY "Huh. I ought to write that book" instead of actually doing it."
Instead I write about Kevin Jonas.
Fail, Melissa. Fail.
I should really get to work on that book, huh?
I'm so unworthy of any praise I receive.
Which makes me want to strangle myself. A little. And then be better. I should be better. I've got the urge to write coming out of my fingertips, all this creativity building up. Do it do it do it.
It's not like I haven't got the time.
Why do I feel like I need someone to hold my hand when I write?
Writing is like, the most solitary profession.
It's perfect for me.
BECAUSE I AM ALWAYS ALONE. :(
Oh, the emo. It's too much sometimes.
I'm a little manic today.