Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Once again, from the top.

Taking my time to write at this moment reminds me of how I used to write on a daily basis. How I would take my time to perfect everything I wrote and how I could sit, close my eyes and let my thoughts run wild. I used to feel like I was painting a picture when I wrote. It was so easy back then, but now it seems much more difficult. I wonder why sometimes...

I guess I feel like such a different person to who I used to be... two or three years ago. Back in college everything was so innocent and childish. I was emotionally vibrant, perhaps unstable. And I would write anywhere, everywhere. Now my spare time is filled with studying, Facebook, the occasional outing and Facebook. To put it simply, I guess I'm not as involved with my emotions anymore - or I've stopped giving a damn. Reality is harsh.

To me, being attached to your emotions has always been an escape from reality. And I need that so bad right now.