Question: Why do I still write stories?

Hmm. Why, by the way?

Well, writing stories become my daily habit. I spend my vacant hours writing. Wherever I am, I write.

At the same time, I daydream a lot. Even I'm in the middle of bath; stargazing under the dark sky; while my professors are discussing; inside the transportation vehicles; when I'm bored; when I'm all alone; when I'm eating; or in short, everything I do, and wherever or whenever I am, I daydream.

But as time goes by, my inspiration in writing—particularly, the source of my inspiration—is slowly vanishing like ashes.

The root of my discouragement are my readers, to be honest. Those haters who slowly shattering my beliefs and painting my mind with lies, empty comments, hates, bashes, and every negative things.

I lost my inspiration, motivation, passion, and devotion in writing.

But why do I still write?

It's because I love daydreaming, my mind won't stop pestering me unless I wrote it in a sheet of paper, or in Microsoft Word.

I still write, but without a heart.