I'm Lost
Things are getting a bit hectic lately. The real world is much tougher than I expected it to be. Change is the only thing that's permanent.
I wanted to cry and breakdown but get real, it wouldn't even change anything. The world will continue to revolve around the same axis.
And writing is somehow my escape to all of these. Whenever I write, it feels like the world stops, no judgments, no expectations.
Yet recently, I couldn't even write a single chapter. I've had multiple ideas, unfinished stories and all but nothing... nothing comes out.
Now, it feels like I don't know which way to go. And even my only escape doesn't let me enter anymore. The room's locked and I lost my key to it.
I hope I find it soon before it gets dark.
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