I was just drinking the last can of previous days beer and puffing my lungs out while looking out through my half-opened window, wondering why do I stopped writing...
Writing used to be a huge vital part of me but now I care less. I'm not really sure myself bout how I feel nor what I was thinking. Things just don't seem so important anymore. I couldn't get myself to study, which Im supposed to as later today,2-5, i got my barely-made-it-through final exam.
I used to have this fierce burning passion in me but now it was nothing but a dying sparks. Nothing excites me nor does it even cause a twitch in my half- full soul. Where am I? Have I sunk into the lair of darkness or just floating aimlessly?
Writing used to be a huge vital part of me but now I care less. I'm not really sure myself bout how I feel nor what I was thinking. Things just don't seem so important anymore. I couldn't get myself to study, which Im supposed to as later today,2-5, i got my barely-made-it-through final exam.
I used to have this fierce burning passion in me but now it was nothing but a dying sparks. Nothing excites me nor does it even cause a twitch in my half- full soul. Where am I? Have I sunk into the lair of darkness or just floating aimlessly?
