I’m scared to grow up. what if I end up alone. what if my career choice plummets. what if all my friends are happily employed and in relationships. what if no one wants me.
I don’t want to grow up.
I hate being so easily forgotten. People constantly walk out of my life like I’m nothing. I feel so invisible and worthless.
being a capable writer:
having the urge to write:
having a list of fic ideas:
having new ideas get in the way of old ones:
not having the inspiration/motivation to write:
Conclusion; Jack Sparrow is my creative mind:
And when you write something amazing and you love it and you share it and it’s still amazing and people love it and you’ll never be able to do anything like it ever again and you’re just like