Of course not real stories, since I’m still not able to write them. I’ll only write some random paragraphs, dialogues, even sentences. Maybe one day I’d pick some of them up and develop them into longer stories and novels? Who knows. Anyway I just want to write something and here is the place to store em!

“My personality,”he took a small sip from his coffee,从他的眼镜片上缘扫了我一眼，继续说着,“it’s kinda like-a ball of slime?

I wonder every time I give up on writing something, did I just destroyed a world-or even an universe?

Or do they just all of a sudden stop, I mean freeze? Everybody stops what they are doing, eating, talking, dream walking, fapping?

If it is like that, then it’s really dreadful.

My personality is fxxked up I know

Today my mum just said that I’m indifferent and cold and self centered

Uhh I don’t think so...my understanding of morals is all wrong ? I genuinely wanted to cry. Is it too late to correct them? Will these flaws be with me for my entire life?