I hate it when people ask me why I write. Do they honestly expect me to give a coherent answer? I write because I don't know how to not write. That's the best way I can put it.
With that said, I can hardly stand to read anything I put out anymore. It's always the same tone, same themes, same mood. And it always comes out as more depressing than I intended or imagined. I'm really not that unhappy of a person, so why is everything I churn out such a downer?
Ahh, whatever. It usually makes me feel better in that exhausted, narcissistic sort of way. Besides, I know I'm not that good and probably never will be more than capable, I don't know if I'm okay with that yet or not. Oh, and I joined a new writing site. I figured fresh influences and points-of-view could only help me at this point.
God, I bore myself.
I'll post something new eventually.
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