I read back the poems I wrote ages ago. They sound not extremely wonderful, but good enough. But when I want to write a new poem, I feel that I’ve lost this talent. I've forgotten how. I haven’t been practicing enough. I forced myself to pen down something. It doesn’t feel right at all. I’ve wasted so much time. Sometimes I was thinking what the hell I am doing. Crushing my future? Whatever I do seems like a waste. Or am I making it a waste?