lost my reading soul + can't write anything anymore + lacks creativity + maths where is my love
i am ashamed to say this, but i don't read anymore. i want to read, but i've accumulated so many bad habits that now i can't bring myself to read a book. today, i sat down to write an essay, and i saw the fault in my ways. i wasn't able to frame even a single sentence, i lacked creativity. i didn't know what to talk about despite feeling strongly about the topic. how did this happen i questioned myself.
so i asked myself, "when was the last time you read a novel?" and truth be told, i couldn't even remember the last time i picked up a novel to read. i couldn't remember the last time i stayed all night because books are gold. i couldn't remember the plot of we were liars which remains my darling all the time book. what is this? how did it come to be this way?
i claim to love mathematics, but i can't even score full in an exam ( i know marks are not a measurement of one's love for a subject, but i claim to enjoy solving problems, and i got the simplest of questions incorrect) i don't sit and do math problems despite my absolute love for it. what is happening? i am wasting my life like this. i could've done so much, i lack no resources everything is at the tips of my finger. mom and dad work so hard to provide us with literally everything, and here i am. doing absolutely nothing.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts.
Non-Fiction❝let's overthink together, darling❞ (a gift for you in first part) what my heart wants to say what my brain conveys what my fingers type what your eyes read (the image on the cover was taken by me)
