I'm trying to work on a short story and I am actually very proud of it. I would be even prouder if I could actually finish it,shit, it's a short story; there is no real excuse. I just don't wanna do anything, fucking depression. However, in my despair I have decided to start working on Prose 2. I never thought there would be anything more than the 1 book and now I am in the middle of writing 2 and trying to start another.

I wish I could just get something done so I could feel a little better about myself. It's time for meds....this is some bullshit, but it makes for a decent story.