Every day. Everyday I would think I have to write, I tell myself life is so interesting, I should talk about it.
And thats all I do -- just talk to myself about it. When I used to be a 'frequent' blogger or should I say 'avid', words would just pour out of nowhere, like there was a part of me just made to write.
Tap, tap, tap on the keyboard, distinguished letters strung together making a meaningful sentence. I would read my old posts and smile. because that was me.
Now, when I go back in time, I feel like those stories were written by someone else. Like these were experiences weirdly mine, but not really. And I am dying to go back to the person I knew.
Have I changed? I don't know. I still want to tell a story, share an experience, write about stuff that makes sense, and more importantly, stuff that doesn't.
I WANT TO WRITE.
And I want to write well. Its something I've always enjoyed. I am so stupid to let go of it. I just stopped caring about something I love so much. Something that's second to none.
I WILL WRITE.
At least, one post every week. Yes, I will.
Like the ads in my magazine say: Watch this space! ;)
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