Lately, nothing insightful has come into this diary.

I think I've lost the passion for it, the writing. I used to write and read all the time, I don't know what happened to me. And. My friends were always better, but, I didn't quit- That was the only thing that I kept going with even though I wasn't nearly the best.

When did this stop? When did I stop staying up late reading with a Dr. Pepper and fritos, when did I stop getting inspirations and starting stories that I never finished?

When I discovered AOL. That's when.

This is out of control, I don't know,

And then boys were discovered as well

and a social life

and the mall

I don't really even like reading anymore... or writing. I kinda shy away from it, like, I don't even enjoy writing these entries anymore.

Maybe I need a break from this. I don'y know.

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