I'm working on a new book which is a diary/biography written under this, the Blooming Psycho name. It will be called Diary of an Alien. All I really want to do is sleep. I'm not suicidal, just tired and sad.
I'm still working on the fiction books but I have lost my enthusiasm. I no longer think that I will one day be seen as a worthy cult fiction author. Just a loser and a wannabe. Even my so called friends told me that what I write is stupid and not worthy of reading. I don't care. Well, yeah I do. That hurts. But I'm going to write it anyway because I think it's worthy of writing even if nobody thinks its worthy of reading.
I'd read it if I wasn't me.
I wish I was worthy of being.
xoxo
PSYCHO
2 comments:
you are an AMAZING writer!!!! do you have any idea how much I loved the book you sent me? wait till you see my post in a couple day. your amazing!!!
Thank you, Rhonny. It does help me feel a little better hear those words. This time of year always tends to suck for me. I did okay until the arbitrary new year, then tanked.
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