H.B

At the end of the day, I am worth nothing to anyone.

I want to be a philosopher. Though, I may lack the creativity. Still, I wish to be so. I want to be different. I want to be poetic, and I want to be diverse in my thinking. Yet, nowadays I feel this growing sense of nothingness within the bottom of my soul. It aches me to think I am never going back to the philosophical self I once was back then.
          
          Perhaps I am fated to be like this. If that’s so, then I would like to be a philosopher in my next life—even If it drives me to the brink of insanity.

I am worth nothing.

Urghhh the urge to make a feixiao x reader fanfic is killing me in the soul, but I my motivation would dwindle If I ever made it..

Man, my motivation is draining. I can’t do schoolwork anymore without feeling sick to the stomach. I can’t write anything and anymore like I used to. I try to write something but that spark of passion isn’t there anymore. I’m losing my skills.

Hoshimi Miyabi.

Ah, I forgot to say happy new years, but it’s fine. At least I think so.
          
          Anyway, happy belated new years people!

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!

Huhu, I can’t wait for Christmas already

You know what? I’ll just write random one-shot stories everyday (even if I don’t want to) so I can get some of my writing motivation back..