i really thought about this before doin it, and i thought about whether or not i would regret it. (by the way, i wrote this journal). But i don't think i will regret it. it's like pruning a tree, cutting offthe dead leaves os that the living foliage will thrive. I KNOW i'm not gonna go anywhere with those stories and holding those things. basically, they are dead in a symblic sense. so i'm pruning them off, deciding not to persue writing them or fnishing them. I remeber when i graduated from high school, my english teacher turned to me and said "Adam, NEVER stop writing, promise me that." I looked into his eyes and he was very serious. But despite that fact that everyone wanted me to keep writing, i think i've given it up. It's not as important to me anymore. I've only produced about four or five complete stories in my life. I keep those and really love those stories, but I don't think i have it in me to write anymore. It's part of who I was more than who I am. It made me feel weird Having all those papers and unfinished stories that i knew now that I was never going to persue completing. I gave up all the stories that i had wallowing in my mind and instead decided to focus on the real world. Writing used to be an escape for me, and escape out of reality into fantasy. But i don't don't need that escape anymore, and I felt it was right to not try to hold onto it any longer by holding on to those stories that repreented that escape.