I used to be a writer. I used to let my emotions pour through my pen. I used to be able to describe any situation, any feeling any event, in the most meaningfil, the deepest of words. I used to write about everything. Love, hate, happiness, fear. I was so talented. Writing took me away, it put me in a better place. Made me happy when nothing else could. I wrote anywhere and everywhere. I could make you cry with three simple words. Make you shiver with two. I used to be somebody. Now im nobody. I have the most things i could think of to write about, but i sit here pondering, and nothing comes out. Im no longer a writer.