I'm actually pretty deep in the pit of despair right now.

If I'm not a writer, I don't know who I am anymore.

I can't actually fathom it, except that it feels like pain.
It's hard knowing I'm a damn good writer, but no one wants my stories.

What really hurts is, they're stories I wished existed when I was younger.

Writing is the only thing I've been doing all my life, besides breathing.

For the first time, I'm thinking of quitting..

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