Diva's Ugly Writing

 i used to love writing. i know exactly what i wants since i could read. i want to be a reader who write. but sometimes it's so hard to even write a sentence. it's hard to know my worth. it's hard to believe that i can. how it feels to have a beautiful writing? how it feels to have so many readers? how it feels to be seen?

 Hyunjin, you know what? for me, loving you is pink taylor swift once said that love would be golden, but for me, it's pink the feeling of loving you is so pretty loving you make me want to write a poetry and i don't know what else is matter to me eating ice cream strawberry while listening to your melody is enough for me to be happy

 is the worst feeling ever. today, i read my current read. and opening my penpal letter from my friend. and also, felix have a concert today in his hometown, Sydney, Australia. but idk why i can't feel happy. i should feel happy. not that i'm not happy that he come home. i am happy. but i just feel like i'm losing interest in all the things that should be my source of happiness. i'm happy because a letter from my friend is arrived safely and i can unboxing it and read her letter. but i'm not that excited. it's killing me because i don't know what's wrong with me. i also can't read my books as fast as i used to be. it sucks to think i might be in a slump. this is not good. i want to save myself. but what should i do?