There are so many things going on around me right now. So many things I could write about. But I could not really bring myself to write about anything.
Is it because I became so used to simply ignoring the things around me? Of simply brushing things aside thinking that they are simply a waste of my time?
Or is it because of my dyslexia? Is it getting worse to the point that I cannot bring myself to find the right words to express my true feelings? That thought is scary.
I used to like writing about my feelings, especially when I find myself feeling strongly about something. But now, I always find myself struggling with words every time I try to express myself.
Writing has always been one of my favorite things in life. I would like to even believe that I am good at it.. well, that is MY belief. =P I have to love my own writings! Otherwise, who would appreciate it?
It saddens me that I now find myself struggling trying to do the one thing that I was able to do with so much ease before. This cannot happen. I still have a book to write. Yeah. I have not let go of that dream yet. Someday, I'll write a book! Oh yes, I will! Just wait and see.=)
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This is my attempt at writing again.
