i remember...a time when i had a passion for almost everything that i did. my essays, my webpages..were my masterpieces. i felt so accomplished after finishing them. they were from me. despite lovesick teenage emotions and self-consciousness, i was able to learn my talents and interests. i was allowed to be fickle and odd. it was a time of self-discovery and, although being different seemed to be considered a taboo in common teenage high school life, it allowed you to learn more things about people and society than you could ever imagine. looking back on all those days of silly cliques (although i know college still holds similarities to that of high school), made me realize and understand people more. no matter how different we were, we went through similar trials. we all made mistakes. i can't help thinking how different i was. how naive...but i know one day i'll look back to this day and think of myself the same way. but...i don't know if i'll look back and wish that i could travel back in time and stay in that moment forever. i feel that, in some ways, i've let myself lose touch of what i loved most. i feel as if i allowed my talent of writing to slip away..due to neglect and laziness..or maybe it's just my self-confidence that has slipped away..i guess, i wish i could relive the years of discovering myself again so that i could somehow entrap the passion i once had..