The sense of guilt after three days off is so strong, I used to be able to write until the middle of the night when I got up.

But now it’s less than nine o’clock, and I don’t feel good, knowing that there will be more than three hours left to finish writing.

I find it's getting easier and easier to give up now

I just don’t want to write. I don’t want to do anything except lying in bed in a daze. I didn’t write the day before yesterday, but I still resisted.

When I thought of finishing writing with my brains, I didn’t feel satisfied with the good-looking plot, and no more than twenty replies (and half of it told me to cheer. Although I am grateful, no one cares about the plot. Suddenly it was a little sad (face smiles) Cry)), suddenly lost motivation,

I can’t find positive feedback. There is nothing to be happy about. The more and more troubles in my life, the more and more I don’t want to write a book, and I don’t want to write while sitting in a daze.

I counted on the comfort and comfort of staying up late every day, but the side effects were huge the next day.

I'm really sorry, I must get up early tomorrow to write it out,

It is my last stubbornness to break the watch for three days without saying a word

I'm really sorry to all the book friends who are chasing the update