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[maderr]

There's nothing like spending an evening feeling like shit for hurting someone, only to end the evening by learning that your writing, while feel good and cute, lacks something in the true skill department of prose. I don't count as an author b/c I self publish, I don't count as a real writer because I write fluff and leave something to be desired in the matter of real prose. I liked thinking I was a little bit more than cotton candy, but apparently not. Whatever, I'm going the fuck to bed. I know I shouldn't be this upset, but it hurts to find that people think your stuff is only pat on the head charming.

And I don't need emails or reassurances, or anything. You guys are already far too awesome. I'm just in a bad mood and taking shit harder than I should. I'll be fine in the morning, I'm sure.