When I was nine I knew three languages, and now I feel like I can barely speak one.
I haven't painted in almost a year, I haven't really written in longer, I haven't really done much of anything aside from occasional studying and working at a retail store I hate in order to make rent.
I hardly know how to communicate myself anymore, not because I don't know myself, but because all my creative effort has been put into that always difficult task of staying alive.
But since it's summer, and for a few months I can put thoughts of upcoming tuition payments out of my mind, I will try to re-direct my creative energy, or whats left of it, to other things. Maybe? Hopefully? We'll see.