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wiseheartIt's the small things that can make you despair. The fact that you can't plan a single day for yourself, because someone would make you change your plans anyway. A stupid website that choses not to accept your password anymore. Stupid people who can't be taught that airing a room means opening a window on one side, not on both. And so on. Dozens, hell, hundreds of such minor annoyances can make someone incredibly tired on the end of the day.
I developed a personal grudge against FF.Net and its admins. All my life, so-called friends backstabbed me, colleagues used me, my family made my life like a prison sentence - but I always had my writing to make me free. While I was writing for the desk drawer, I could do everything I wanted. There were no rules.
Then I got 'Net access and discovered the chance to publish. The rules started to confine me, but at the beginning, it wasn't too bad. Then more and more restrictions came, almost every archive had its set, or they only accepted a certain sort of stuff. FF.Net used to be he only refuge, as I never wrote any MSTings, kiddie pr0n or things like that, and hardly ever X-rated stuff.
But now I feel that my wings have been cut, and I'm losing inspiration at an alarming rate.
I'm just so frigging fired of all this, it's not even funny.
I developed a personal grudge against FF.Net and its admins. All my life, so-called friends backstabbed me, colleagues used me, my family made my life like a prison sentence - but I always had my writing to make me free. While I was writing for the desk drawer, I could do everything I wanted. There were no rules.
Then I got 'Net access and discovered the chance to publish. The rules started to confine me, but at the beginning, it wasn't too bad. Then more and more restrictions came, almost every archive had its set, or they only accepted a certain sort of stuff. FF.Net used to be he only refuge, as I never wrote any MSTings, kiddie pr0n or things like that, and hardly ever X-rated stuff.
But now I feel that my wings have been cut, and I'm losing inspiration at an alarming rate.
I'm just so frigging fired of all this, it's not even funny.
