I miss writing. My language suck now, I wish I can flush it down to the toilet because it smell like shit.          I miss writing. I miss writing so freely where I don't care whatever people might think or assume from reading my words and thoughts. I miss making art through words in poetry, through acts in theatre, through colours in painting even they all suck big time. I think there is one point at my life when I start to realise that my thoughts and views can be different, that it can be hurtful, that it can only be understood by my own secluded self and a few minds that shared the same notions of life with me.          I don't know when I start have negative notion with people.    I want to reverse that moment if possible.    I want to believe that people are good (even when they are not).   I want to give hopes.   I want to dream back.   I want to go for greater things.       Last year was seriously a dark abyss for me.   Despite some great achievements, some ...