Perhaps, it was my own problem, making my life a mess, no, it should be, it could only be my own problem.

I'm just trying to write fiction and I don't have much experience. Quiet environment, calm state of mind, and of course, time, please give me a little more.

But I made my life a mess.

I can't enter that world, I can't write a word.

Wouldn't it be better to get a good night's sleep and get up?

I don't know, I, I don't know.

I want to be a writer and be shameless.

My first novel, and, preciously, my readers.

Get some sleep, get up, and get on.

If life makes me miserable, then I can only blame myself, I am sick.

Incoherent, I don't know what to say.

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