Recently I have had a guest speaker come into my school to talk about his life and give us a meticulous drawing he himself had drawn using chalk. He was using a dust mask as he was drawing. He went through his life how he was considered a special ed student all throughout young to up.

All his ups and downs, and how he unable to do stuff he forced himself to be. He ended up doing what he liked and having fun through motivation. I honestly have no motivation to be writing aside from just forcing myself to write.

I've been thinking about it recently, and I still can't find an answer to that. Maybe I'll find it eventually as I continue writing so...

I'll make a chapter tomorrow hopefully :lost:

:lost: truly I am

*poof*