Monday, 3 April 2017

Why the long face?

I can’t write anything. I don’t care enough. I’ve become more and more anhedonic over the past few months. I’ve tried to do things I should enjoy but they just leave me cold.

I’m not writing. Fiction, I mean. I have one high-concept novel and one killer sci-fi epic on pause. I just can’t make anything happen.

I’m lonely. There, I said it. It’d be nice to actually date someone, but I hate people and no-one would pick me out of a pair, much less a crowd.

And so it goes.

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