I seem to have a sort of love/hate relationship with writing. Reading good writing is fucking wonderful. I think I kind of enjoy writing, especially if it feels like it's any good. That feeling of what to write next fucking kills me; it's like running out of hot water in the shower.

So I may have given up on NaNoWriMo for the rest of my life, but I suppose I can't stop trying to write.

I've no idea why the fuck I started writing this entry...