From the deepest heart

To be honest, i'm not trying to kill myself with all denial that I have done these days. It such a cruel when you know the things that you love is being taken by your feeling, by yourself. Called me sick, but it's true. I have abondoned the things that I love, and it hurts. This feeling becoming bitter when I wrote something. (Yep, it's about quitting myself from writing poem)

It's hard.

I lose my ability to write. Maybe, it's not lose, but it disappear. Disappear. 

I lose my faith in writing.