I used to read. I mean, A LOT. I used to rent out books from the library and have them finished the next day. I used to write. A LOT. About anything, about nothing. I have been so lazy and uninspired for the last 2 years that I haven't been the same "me" that I used to be. Every time I read old things I've written in the past... they don't even sound like my own words anymore I mean, I used to have a tad bit of brilliancy. Yeah, it's a little surprising for me, I have seriously given myself less credit than I deserve.
I'm in dire need of something rejuvenating that will spark up some new interests in my life again, like books and how I used to love words and I still do. I think it's still somewhat apparent...But I used to love words the way someone wouldn't really be able to understand. Language and the composure of works left me in awe and I always wanted to read and write all sorts of combination of words.
What happened to me!!!!
(School, boys, alcohol, facebook and tumblr, that's what)
I'm going to start reading avidly again, I know I still have that interest in me, I've been sleeping on it and have restricted myself from that pleasure I used to get from reading and replaced it with lousy doings.
When I saw how many books I own today, it just really came crashing to me how long I've put it off. I replaced my leafs with the computer and TV screen, I'm disappointed in myself.
xoxo.
