Never again will I pick up a pen take it to paper and write about anything or anyone.
Anyway, I’ve had it with my writing voice and choice for expression.
The words are wasted.
The thoughts I express are meaningless.
The ideas in which I write about are not of any value.
Writing is too quiet.
Words don’t travel unless they’re audible.
So, good-bye essays.
Adios short stories and no word to the wise.
I’m outta here.