it's not as if anything is going wrong--new friends have been made, reasonable grades have been achieved, social life pretty good, but there's something that's been eating at me. I can't seem to write anymore. Not anything, even a blog post is left unfinished because I simply can't talk about anything, no matter how important it is to me. I used to love writing so much, but now, whenever I get some time to myself, i can't...just can't do it. There was a time when every single one of my emotions sparked a line, or a word, that was the beginning of so many poems. Sure, a lot of crap was there as well, but it was an outlet, something that made me feel as if i was one step closer to a writing career. Now i can't. I doubt if i could ever have been counted as a writer, but i liked to think of myself as one, at least in the future. Now i'm...nothing. I do everything but my so-called 'passion'. It's as if i just don't feel that much anymore, even though i'm thinking a lot, but i cannot get it down. I need a break from living...