I'm not someone who craves lots of attention or huge success. I'm used to being overlooked, ignored, and underestimated. I don't need to be fawned over or celebrated. I'm not looking to be put on a pedestal or lavished with attention. In fact, the harder I try to be part of this

world, the more I want to recede back into my own dark corner where I know where every shadow and monster lurks. Maybe that's the loner in me, or the introvert in me, or simply the amateur writer in me. It could be none of those things at all, or some sadistic combination of

things I haven't even considered. I was told today that no one bothers to look at my feed because I don't belong to any groups. That's nothing new. I've never really felt like I belonged anywhere, so why should it be any different on Twitter? Just something I thought I'd share

with all the no ones who won't read this. Whether it's the negative energy of the world or my own self-doubts and depressive thoughts, I'm finding it hard to be optimistic these days. I'm over 56K words into my newest novel and my only thought seems to be: are any of those words

any good or are they just random sounds strung together that make no sense and spin lies? Some days I don't care, and others I'm so consumed with the fear that I can't bring myself to type even one more word. I guess in the end, it doesn't really matter. Some will like it, others

won't, and most simply won't even know it exists. So many stories, so many characters, so many worlds I crave to explore and bring to life. If only my own doubts didn't stand in the way of my mind. #dontbeawriter #writingsucks #writerslife #depression