𝐒𝐨𝐭𝐚

Lately, I've discovered a strong desire within me, not for sex, but for writing. Every time I sit in front of my computer, my fingers fly across the keyboard, and words seem to flow out like a fountain. However, after completing an article, I feel an unprecedented sense of exhaustion. When faced with private messages from readers, I can only muster the energy to respond with a simple "thank you" and "you're beautiful," because I'm drained. I used to think of myself as a Casanova, believing my writing skills could conquer readers' hearts. But, upon closer inspection, I realize my current state is more akin to impotence. My words seem to have lost their power, unable to move readers like they used to. This feeling leaves me feeling despondent and perplexed. Yet, I won't give up on writing, as it's my only desire. I'll continue to write, even if my words can no longer shine like they once did. Through writing, I've found a sense of existence and accomplishment. Even if my impotence can't be satisfied, I'll persist in writing until my last ounce of strength is depleted.