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I think that writing has taken its toll on my emotions. Maybe its the fact that I’ve opened up a part of my heart I kept shut for so long, all for the sake of my book. I’ve grown rather attached to the characters and I find myself daydreaming more than putting my fingers to my keyboard. Im striving so hard for perfection that I end up questioning the last few pages I write while constantly fighting the urge to just scream “WHY BOTHER?!”. I don’t have any friends who are writers as well so I don’t know if they all go through this or not but I’m feeling pretty bipolar at the moment. I had to leave the house and join the insomniacs at the local 24hr Starbucks.