I can't write anymore.
words don't fall off the ends of my fingertips like they used to. I have no rhythm, and I have no flow.
my sentences don't vary. they are short and stocky. staccato. small details. I forget how to use literary devices.
that or my paragraphs are made of sentences which are, in themselves, a novel. I think to myself that using proper English and proper grammar is so classist, and ableist, and I want no part in that. but at the same time, I want to create art, and people don't appreciate mistakes in a masterpiece.
I look at pieces I wrote. I was 9 when I first started. and here I am. ten years later, no drive. I was 16 when I stopped. good riddance.