I was looking through my old drawings and writings (once storaged and left to oblivion there) (not so sure that even makes sense) and i could notice a few interesting things: first, my english was SO much better. And I mean, SO MUCH better. For that, I'm so ashamed...
secondly, i had a few very good ideas that i'd like to exploit now...
and i still like my writing period D: this may sound pretensious, but i really put my soul into every word, and every time i re-read them, a pretty and yet sad feeling arises (i must admit, though, that some of my poems were... well, cr*p, with an 'a' missing,because i don't want to get banned for something like this :/ ).
I don't write anymore (and God knows I'm in NO condition to do so in english), but my heart is starting to yearn for it... so maybe... soon... if i ever find a non hole-in-my-heart related theme, that is.
also, i finally read the lord of the rings. i loved it to the point of crying at the end. it's... wonderful. i only wish i weren't SO many years behind...
when i first tried to read the series i got bored within the first chapters of the fellowship... and moved on to the two towers... then i never got to read the return of the king, because my brother lost the book (! yeah I KNOW; RITE?). last december i read the hobbit.
and it changed my life. i will always remember the day i seriously devoted myself to reading such a masterpice.
it really did change my life.
it did.