Goodbye

A few years ago, I considered myself a writer. I wrote in my journal to relax and unwind no matter what kind of day I had. I wanted to be a children's/teen writer and enjoyed creating characters and plots and I wrote short stories that I was proud to share with my friends. Those days are gone. Now writing in my journal seems like a chore. There is nothing relaxing about it. I put a lot of negative feelings out there about things I am feeling right now and in the past that would've been cathartic. It would've made me look back on my life and see that things aren't so bad after all. That's not the case this time. This time it made me feel worse. That being said, I think it is time to shut down this journal. It was fun while it lasted, but now I have to face facts. I am no longer a writer,