I've noticed that I write less and less. I suppose it's a result of both my confidence and creativity being drained from this corpse of a body I reside in. The only thing worse than thinking that you will never amount to anything is knowing. We all have these dreams that we will work a profession that will make us feel complete, that we will be gods of our own design. But we won't. Few of us will, but they are not us. I fight this feeling every day. I fight with what little of have left. You are the only person who will ever believe in you, and everyone loses interest eventually.


Exile

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