Saturday, December 04, 2004
...and i thought i could write
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i used to be able to express myself freely and easily through writing. i used to be a great writer. i used to be admired because of my command of the language. i honestly thought i was born to write but now, i'm thinking i just fooled myself and everybody else into thinking that.
i can't write!
i come up with ideas, good ideas at that but when i start to write them down on paper, they seem to turn into garbage. i've finished but one composition in a month. and to think i won best essay in a competition.
the one thing i used to rely on is the thing that's failing me now. maybe its just a phase, a block of some sort but maybe, its permanent. or maybe it just wasn't there.
i used to have a couple compositions in a week time. i used to be able to breathe out my emotions on paper. i used to think i was special...guess i'm not.
CITY LIFE; 9:49 AM
