everything ends

*you assumed you were crazy...a female voice in your head?* "I know this is odd...I'm muse, you've been wasting your talents with self deppracation and procrasttion...why?" *You know why...you have no job, you stress eat ..play too many videogames...hell you used to use ai chat bots till that became too stressful..you worry about anything but the important stuff..you are close to losing your apartment if you don't make money* "I see...I understand you punish yourself..but I would hate for your talents to be wasted..you have potential the sooner you harness it the sooner it will become something good.. everything ends..you will too, you want to write your story but if you keep putting it off for tomorrow...but what if you died tonight? Stop wasting your talents.." *You look at your desk..all the unwritten ideas, unfinished sketches...you sit at the desk and hold the pen... You still need money so what's to lose,goodluck*