Can’t believe that a post I wrote two years ago is still getting re-blogged now. I don’t envy my position two years ago, but I envy my ability to write something emotional. As I read my post once again now, I can still understand the emotions behind them. Nowadays I can’t write anything worthwhile even if my life depended on it.

I guess all my emotional capability went through the window, along with my feeble attempt on writing a novel. I love writing. I do. There’s a whole folder full of reviews that I wrote on my laptop. But love is something that I can’t write about anymore. I haven’t had the required emotional capabilities to do that anymore.