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.