i used to be a writer. i uesd to have something to say. i used to want to say it. i used to feel.
i've been quite nostalgic lately. just read through some old emails on my yahoo account. wow. i used to be so naive, so blind. but at least i was passionate.
i am fairly certain the best years of my life are over.
and they weren't all that great.
that said, i'm not really depressed about it or anything. i am empty. i am floating through the days, going through the motions.
school is going to kick my ass next semester, but that's good; i need my ass kicked.
i used to fill pages. i used to write letters, emails and blogs. now i struggle to fill this box and nearly half of it is blank lines.
