Sad and tired

And I’m like “am I not writing because I only have a phone with a soft keyboard? Like do I need a laptop or a wireless keyboard in order to write? And also what do I even have to say anymore? Who am I? And I’m already bored of myself.

Jack wants me to write a novel and I always do what jack wants because he’s my favorite person but I’ve never written fiction except that all my writing is fictionalized autobiography and he’s like ‘fiction is just real things with the details changed’ and I’m like, things have happened to me but I don’t remember them because trauma and maybe brain damage. And fiction has things like structure and plot and tension and I don’t know anything about that. And I pretty much hate ‘experimental writing’ for reasons so where does that leave me?

Lonely, sad, tired, and depressed. Yawn. Ugh. W/e.