I just had one of those "the world's against me"/teen angst moments. Holy crap. It was weird. I was writing Insomniac and, all of a sudden, I was like, "Why even bother? No one cares anyway! Anything you do doesn't even measure up to any of their standards anyway." I had to take a minute, eat some fruit snacks, stand by the open back door, and take a deep breath. Then, I sat down to write some more.
This story is doing weird things to my head, man.