I don't know. Clearly, I haven't been very active on here, and I'm no more pleased with what writing I have been able to do. I wouldn't hold my breath for a sudden influx of inspiration either. So.
I need to write this down somewhere, because I don't talk much. When I'm stressed or otherwise feeling negative, I will hold long silences. The truth is that I am not optimistic for my future, or my current work, or pretty much anything. My habits are those of being a recluse and pointedly not doing what I'm told. I stopped checking my email for a week or so because I didn't want to deal with people asking me about anything; I logged on today to several emails my friends sent to the group for an ice cream party, a day in town, get-togethers, and planning for going to the fair. Most of those are missed. I doubt I will take action on anything. But mostly, I feel sick. I want to hide, I want to run, I want to destroy everything I've ever created because it wasn't- It is not good enough. I think little of friends, I hold company with myself, I think little of of myself, I hold very few things close to me. There is not much that will get me excited these days. I'm used to inertia.
Anyways. If you're just here for my writing, sorry. I might stop coming here, if I didn't like seeing others' work as much. But we'll see.
at least I've come up with a few ideas for my story. Also, I got a cute dress. Red purple is the only purple.