I used to think writing is one thing I can do whenever I feel like..when I am down, writing my diary gave me solace, when I was happy my diary gave me companionship in joy.
But now, I just dont seem to think of writing. My diary lies abandoned long back, I thought I might use this blog to give way to my feelings. But even that is seldom.
Wondering what the reason could be? Lost interest in writing, or generally lost interest in anything worthwhile?
Maybe lost the belief that there is beauty in everything..
I guess this is a phase...and this shall pass too :)
