Lately, I've been feeling a tad bit... off. I don't really know how to describe it, but it just feels like something is missing. Something I can't quite put my finger on. And then, I look at my notebooks. My last entry is dated around the middle of last month. I don't like that. I used to write stories everyday. Sure, they were kind of odd, but... I wrote. One of my favourites was a fictional memoir, but I didn't finish. Almost as if I had stopped for a soda, and never restarted.