oh man so i was reading stephen king’s on writing last night
and i remembered this incident before i started high school where my parents barged into my room and started going through all this shit on my computer
and at this point i was ~writing~ and like, i was writing in the way a preteen writes when they want to be a ~writer~ so not really good. but the second he started reading my shit without my permission, with me telling him to stop it, i could feel my interest draining away and so i never wrote again the end thank you for ruining that for me dad
