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I feel like I'm going to waste.

I already felt it yesterday, and it’s even more obvious today.

It is difficult for me to express in words what is in my mind.

This was unimaginable before I had sex. Writing books is actually a kind of fun for me. Although everyone complains about my explanatory text, when I want to describe the passion, that kind of picture is formed in my mind.

, can be described in words that I am very satisfied with.

But yesterday’s chapter was a mess, and I have been writing it all afternoon today. I have been writing, deleting, and writing. I feel so uncomfortable that I can’t write it out. I can’t describe the scene in my mind with words.

I may not be able to update today, am I going to lose my life?

I have trouble concentrating. As soon as I describe the scene in my mind, I feel that my concentration is scattered. It is really uncomfortable. This is not a lack of inspiration, but an inability to accurately describe what I want to express in words.

(End of chapter)