Sometimes when i come across a good book which writing style i recognized similar to mine, i always get a lil bit of nostalgic tingles inside me. I used to write alot, and really well too aside from the much too many grammar mistakes.
I wish i can just sit down and let the word flow out of my fingers like it once did.
Those were the days where i had fun the most.
I wish i had just keep on writing from the day i decided that work are important. Now i think the talent blessed on me is gone because i took it for granted.
I guess i have to start back from sratch then.