I want to care about something. I want to have a goal.
I feel like my life is meaningless. Life has only the meaning I give it, and I haven’t given it anything in months. I’m not working towards anything, and I can’t think of anything that I want to work towards.
I thought signing up for National Novel Writing Month would help, but it only gave me a temporary euphoria. Now that reality is setting in–I have no idea what to write about, while all my friends have started already–I find myself seeing NaNoWriMo as just another burden.
I want to cast it all off…but if I do, what will be left?
Original comments from Xanga
*hugs* Well, I have no idea what to write about either. I just sat down and write. Frankly, half of it is crap and I don’t know where the hell I’m going with it, but I think the fun is in finding out. I think when you get down to it and start writing, you’ll see that there are stories within you that want to be told. Give it a try, don’t give up! I have confidence in you. ^_^
Posted 11/2/2003 9:33 AM by Bleudonne