I Don't Know What To Write

Before, when I sit down in front of my computer, ideas came flashing down in my mind so fast that my fingers had hard times coping with them. I always had the will to write everything my little witty brain thinks of. What happened? What had changed? Why can't I write something interesting now?

I never did consider myself a good writer. I didn't care if people liked my posts. I wrote them because that was what I wanted to do. Above all, at least I made myself proud of me. People appreciating my piece will be just the consolation of what is really the real deal.

All the time, I thought that preserving my ideas through my blog would do me good in the future; that some time after, I will come back reading my posts with reminiscing smile in my face. I want that feeling now. I want to go back into writing berserk mode! I want to give myself more things to remember in the future.

And if I die earlier than expected, I want to give them a little hint on how I think, how I dealt with things in my life. I want them to remember that somehow I lived a good life.

Now that's something.