i always get in these moods, when something “happens”. It’s not good or bad, nothing tragic but nothing exciting either, it’s just that something happens and it makes me feel some type of way and I’ve learned that the only way for me to get over it is to write.
Nonetheless, I’ve been feeling like that lately so i guess it’s time to write another novel.
there’s so much i want to do & im only a fresh 19 but i feel like my time is running out.. why do i worry so much? I just wana die knowing that i did everything i wanted & i didnt let anyone/thing hold me back