Freaking Frustrated · 5:09am
It's twelve o'clock here. I can't sleep at all. I have to wake up at 6:40 tomorrow. I tried to sleep, but I'm to busy beating the living crap out of my brain. I wrote the next chapter, 1800 words in 2 days, which sucks. I read over it, and I just don't know... I can't seem to bring myself to like the work I've made this weekend. I want this to be the best it can be, but I just can't get this right. I lay in my bed, my head is literally burning from thinking to hard, and I have nothing to show for it. I just don't know... I'm not even sure why I'm still doing this. I'm not a writer. I've been out of my element for more than a month now, and I just don't know if I can do it anymore. I need some encouragement, I want to see this to the end, but my mind is letting me.