How I'll feel when I turn in my crappy script in a couple of hours

Seriously though. I am so done with this. Pretty sure I checked out a week ago, at least. I'm graduating, whatever.

I should've learned my lesson from last semester, that I do not have the stamina to commit myself to a long piece of fiction, be it novel or play. Inspiration and motivation come in short bursts for me and writing, so I'll start out pumped for an idea I have, but then as times goes on, I start realizing "Fuck. This is really complicated now," or "Fuck. This idea sucks. What the hell was I thinking?"

This is what I get for trying to write a murder-mystery stageplay...fuck. What was I thinking?