I think i'll stop writing for now, i really think that i lack something in my writing.

Something really important, i have to find my style of writing, the right style for me.

I'm not sure what yet but i'm going to look for it.

I really dislike the way i'm writing right now, i lack inspiration as-well.

I always find it hard to continue stories, i hesitate too much and i lack so much in vocabulary. 

I thank all my readers & friends for the endless support up untill now.

I think i'll stop writing s for the mean time, it just doesn't come out right most of the time, it's hard to explain.

I feel like i'm just not good enough and my writing has been deproving instead of improving.

I'm going to go bury myself in tons of books for now.

I can't help but feel restless most of the time.

I feel like i've been using too many 'I's, okay that's awkward.

Maybe i've just been feeling soo much dissapointment nowadays, towards my writing i mean.

A short poem i came up with in a flash,

Time seemed scarce,

the mind ain't luck.

Feelings kept untold,

feelings kept unfold. 

Having what seems like hope,

it was all surreal.

Hope was all i hoped,

thoughts that would never haunt.

A/N: I didn't even know what i was writing... Okay. It's just my feelings i guess.