And the Result Is... Nothing...

Finally feeling human again after a bad week of being sick.

And I have... zero inspiration.

I suppose it may be that I'm still mad about what my friend said to me about replacing my "prince on a white horse" with my writing.

As in... I'm expecting writing or money from writing to save me.

I do wish I could make a living writing. I don't think that I will, but even side spending money would be nice. A coffee here or there?

And supposedly I gave up on trying to be a better writer as well, just took the easy path in fanfic.

I'm still a bit annoyed. I'm also a lot depressed. It was a terrible week.