Chapter Thirty: Why do I write?
6/15/17 I do realize it's been two weeks since I've posted anything. Time and time again, I keep letting myself down. I keep letting life get in the way. I can never stick to anything I say I'm going to do. I guess there's a few reasons for that. I'm selfish; I have more interest in being out, hanging out with friends, and having fun, and then when I get home I have no motivation to force myself to sit down and write. Maybe I need more self-discipline, who knows. Life always gets in the way of things I'm meant to be doing. There are so many things and people that require my attention; I guess maybe I don't have enough to go around. I wish I could be a better girlfriend, daughter, sister, auntie, friend. But I just simply lack many of the things that it takes. I do nothing with my life, nothing too exciting or productive at least. So why can't I do this one simple damn thing? Write something, anything, once a day? Why can't I commit to...