last night wasn't really cathartic but growing up is hard. i thin i'm doing a pretty good job of being a grownup, i just have to figure out what grownup i want to be. i have a real job, i work my butt off, but i feel like i am accomplishing little or nothing. i'm not writing. all i'm doing is marking time and it seems like a waste because if i were spending this time trying to make something then i would have more time to continue to do it. making things is good. is there any point to sitting in a decent job and just counting the days and the cash n my bank account until i have enough money to support myself while i try to write for a living? why shouldn't i just do it now?
i hate feeling like i'm not getting anything done.