It took a long time, but I still can't get out of that plot.
A splitting headache.
Drama is like life, and life is like drama.
In fact, I know that I can't rely on writing to support myself. The reality is so cruel. I wander between reality and fantasy. The castle in the sky is slowly expanding.
My heart is like a little bit of starlight outside the window, revealing a lonely whiteness. The blurred figures outside the window intertwined with each other. I'm bored. But I have to digest this loneliness alone.
In order to write the novel with real feelings, I will integrate into these characters. Merge with the characters in the story.
Very sad, I got involved.
Maybe it's because it's too boring. That's why I have this nervousness. For a while, I was in a state of extreme anxiety. I want to change my job, at least to balance work and writing time.
I searched the Internet for a long time.
But there is no job that suits me.
Tired like never before.
Like the headache I can't get rid of recently. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com