I like writing. This is why I never thought that I would grow so tired of it. After almost six months, I somehow managed to support myself with the small money that I make with writing. However, instead of me growing and honing my skills, I am doing otherwise. I am actually constipated by it.

There are even times that writing caused some of my minor anxiety attacks. This is because I am usually forced to write about things that I have no interest of. Furthermore, I need to write to match the comprehension level of the audience, which means I have to write like an ordinary person.

Yes, I have written for a more or less stupid audience. I once thought that being a freelance writer is something that I can be proud of, despite the word freelance being attached to the job title. Recently, I find myself squirming whenever I think of myself as one.

I would still like to write, but I don’t want to end up hating the thing that I really enjoy doing. I also like reading, but writing has been eating up my time even up to this moment. With that, I think that the best way to fix this matter is to stop writing for money. I should quit my so-called job once I find a replacement. The question now is, what should I do next?

I left the call center industry after I graduated, but after the loss of my phone and the want for a new notebook, something is telling me to go back. I should see the turn of events tomorrow. It is a critical day for me. I could turn the way things are going for me, or further sink into obscurity.