Two Months and a Day of a Twenty-two.

Hello, cold world.

Something is happening to me, I don't know what that is but I know it is not something good. I lost my passion for literally, almost everything. I used to love writing so much, and I know I still do. It's just, I feel like there are tons of things blocking my mind to have new ideas, and my fingers to actually move around the keyboard and start visualize things. So it occurs with editing and photographs. I love those two a lot, used to depend my mood on how many comments and favorites I got on my Deviant Art account, which has probably been dead for years.

I'm observing those who live around me, my families, my friends, my co-workers, even my network mates. I don't know whether or not they have been through this stage of mine or that they never encounter with this situation at all, but they all seem fine. Their life is exciting, they have stories to tell, new activities to do besides their routine, inside-jokes, whatever it is that I don't think I have right now.

My life is so dull and stagnant and I don't know what to do with it anymore to excite myself. I've started writing again days ago. At some moment, I feel like something is filling me up again, but then when I stopped my fingers from moving, the feeling is back. I've tried listening to some new music too, just to widened my field of interest, tried to learn new languages, practiced on my amateur skill of typography, still, it wasn't enough.

Maybe it's a part of being a twenty-two. Maybe it's true that this age has given me too much freedom, that I don't even know what to do with it anymore. Call me exaggerating, but I really think that I'm starting to lose myself.