I feel like there’s a piece of me missing, and that’s the piece that would know how to properly explain this in words, because that piece used to be so good with words. I’m not sure where it went. I’m not sure if I lost it when I stopped reading, or maybe it was when I stopped leaving the house as much. Maybe it was when I gave up on a lot of things and decided I could just try again later in life even though it wouldn’t be the same. I’m not sure, I don’t think I’ll ever be sure, I just know that I could try to get that piece back considering it was my better piece, but I’m not putting in any effort to. Maybe it’s because that’s the piece that would’ve made me put the effort in and it’s gone. That piece used to love words and writing, hell, the piece of me that still exists still loves it. Yet this piece doesn’t have the talent or motivation. Wow. I don’t even know what to say. I’m just half the person I used to be, and it’s safe to say I’m fairly upset about it.