This is difficult to explain... But im feel so sick about what im done. I can even proud that i have a...gift? A gift to write. So if i proud i can't be confident that i really have a gift. Ouf...im always have a Gogols temper (this write is shatter his only copy of book when his friend Just fell asleep when Gogol tell a story) and when im find fault with trifles im feel sick that im trash and nobody even think about that is a book or peace of goddamn toilet paper with some letters on it!
When frieds ask me to tell more about the plot and im tell him it...they Just say OMG so many details, drama, etc and... Im just laugh because... They even don't imagine how its difficult to write a LIVE dialoge, fill an empty dialogue with live jokes and not cliched things that bring the reader when he read at the scene of your story...this is very difficult to understand but its so hard to do without negative.
And in real life when i have a problems with my health, friend, student life...i feel like someone put my soul into liquid and put the fire on it...
I need a rest for my soul, i need...
support with a... Just a single good word for me
I can believe im somebody, but im cant believe im myself. Can anyone believe in me? A good question...
I want to...but i cant...