See, this one isn't really a vent, it's more of a confession.

I would've stopped writing a long time ago, because it doesn't really do much except I can get my feelings out through them, and I would've stopped if it weren't for that small chance of a publisher coming across a book of mine as saying that they'll be my sponsor(not quite sure if that's the right word).

That small 2% chance is what keeps me writing, and the other 3% is my hope to make at least one person smile.

And I don't get many ideas for my stories and sometimes I have to delete stories because I have nothing to do with it.
The only reason I started writing was because I had nothing better to do. All I do, everyday of my life, for five years, is lock myself in my room and drain my life on my laptop. That got boring after a while so I started writing.

I mean, sure, it was bad but we all started with bad stories, didn't we? After a while I thought my dream was to be a professional writer, but it's not. I don't even know what my dream even is anymore! But that's not really on topic.

If it weren't for that small 5%, I wouldn't be writing this or anything. I would most likely just spend my entire life on my laptop, doing nothing to release my creativity, bottling all my feelings.