I had an epiphany,a rude one. I wasn't good enough to do anything. Not good enough at singing,at writing,at teaching,at loving... I just wasn't it. I sometimes look back to the days I used to write on here and I wonder, what the hell was that? My friends told me I was good. I believed them until I didn't anymore. I no longer feel like picking up a pen or simply typing. I thought it was writer's block but it has been 2 yrs. I accept reality.