Someday, the day will come (the day will come)
I’ll come down from the stage where the cheers have decreased
As my shoulders droop down (shoulders droop down)
My head hung low (even then)
Will you stand by my side?
Even if I lose everything, if my popularity drops
Even if I can’t sing, if I get a different job
Will you still be able to love me
I want to ask you
- SE7EN, When I Can't Sing
I've stopped updating stories here for long time. So many unfinished stories and to be honest, I lost the will to complete them or post the chapters I wrote. Because the ones I've written after Cupboard Love and Blue Moon didn't feel good enough for me. I don't think those stories make sense anymore.
Is this feeling comparable to losing confidence? I was never confident in the first place so if something was lost, it has to be the passion for writing. But I have never been passionate about anything in life. I just go with the flow. I don't like making waves.
I am scared of waves.
Truth is I am embarrassed and a bit scared to share more of my stories. I keep jumping writing chapters of different stories and keep messing up one after another. Scraping ideas a lot.
I'll continue writing tho. Until these stories make sense again.