Writing over the sounds of nostalgic old music as the cold numbs my thumbs, overthinking won and another project got cancelled. Maybe it was for the best.
As waifuism.life died yet again, I thought if I should even bring it back or not. Sadly the place that I used to delve into doesn’t exist anymore. There is a bunch of new places with new people, but this feeling of emptyness doesn’t leave.
Have you ever wondered if anything you wrote was actually yours? I cannot help but get dissapointed in the circle of “I should read more, so I can write better, but I want to write now, but I don’t know what to write.”.