wow i'm....
... old. wow, yes i am!
i just realized this yesterday: i'm FRICKIN SEVENTEEN
SEVEN. FRICKIN. TEEN (Mansae! haha get the pun? /bricked)
but aaaanyways yesterday i was kinda disturbed about the future..? i mean i know what i want to become now, but i cannot choose it to be a secure path for my future. i want to be an author but everyone knows not all the authors are as successful as the ones who are now.
and i'm insecure of myself...(??) and my stories. they've improved, yes; but they're far from perfection. i can't write anything other than romance and angst and THAT ain't enough to be a writer, not in the very least.
and i'm addicted so much to the internet...? yeah, i think i am. but i'm perfectly fine when i get off though; it's the matter of coming out that is the problem here.
i am still not ready to show my works to anyone in my family (except u beautiful readers), and i have this DAMN awesome plot for a story which i'm hyped to start in draft (still) but then again... am i good enough?
sorry if that made you cringe. tennage problems do (AND RAGING HORMONES TOO BUT i don't have any lol i'm weird and mature enough)
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