So,I must admit that I'm not going to write a story. There is two main reasons why this thing didn't work out. First of all,my interests switch randomly and I cant do anything about it, and secondly I couldn't finish the damn plot. Aint it a nice feeling when you run out of ides? But there are many other things that dont help me write/make a story.
First would be my agony and debression that I'm having right now and the second would be the bloody insult that was said to me during wendsday. And yeah,I know that I shouldnt care about it but its my nature to over react about every thing. That stubid insult made me regret my own bloody existance!
Devious Comments
i do feel sorry for you really as a writer
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"You hear sad,bitter crying from the other side of the door.
Would you like to open the door?"
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"You hear sad,bitter crying from the other side of the door.
Would you like to open the door?"
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"You hear sad,bitter crying from the other side of the door.
Would you like to open the door?"
You can always get back to it later, there's no hurry ^^
And about that insult thingy,
I'm sure that there's no reason to worry bout these shits
I bet it's just another of those retarded bitch, right?
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"You hear sad,bitter crying from the other side of the door.
Would you like to open the door?"
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