Do you ever ask yourself...

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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.

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I like the idea of having the violin in your lap for inspiration.

Speaking only for myself, it's worth the bother because it's like walking outside in the grass. You can't really experience the sensation of grass beneath your feet while wearing shoes. Writing is like taking your shoes and socks off. It's the freedom to feel whatever the hell you want, experiencing it all and enjoying it for no one save yourself.