Do you ever ask yourself...

Why do I fucking bother? That notion seems to be my lot in life.

So I'm sitting here with my violin in my lap for writing inspiration, and I'm half tempted to chuck it across the fucking room. *sighs* So I'm here once again asking myself the eternal question 'why do I even bother?'

I think after this last fic, I'm going to take a break from writing. I may just quit for good.

I need to finish this sorry ass Snucius fic because I made a promise. Fuck promises.