Tyler

Alright, I think that, despite how I may or may not feel, I should type up another description of myself here. Hopefully I can explain how I currently view myself fairly well.
I'm Tyler, and I was born in New York back in July of 1998, which means I will be turning 20 in a couple of months. I moved to SC in 2009, and to Georgia late last year. Generally, I am an open and laid back person who posts poetry here on Wattpad. I like to talk to people, even strangers, but anxiety causes me to struggle initiating conversation with most. I try to avoid disrespecting people and consider my words before I speak; however, I admit that, towards a select few severely deep-cutting people, I really do not care.
I am kept to myself, which pushed me to start writing poetry. When I had nobody to turn to earlier this year, I started writing whatever I felt and experienced.
Throughout the past decade or so, I used to enjoy, and supposedly was/still am very good at, many things like drawing, origami, animation, puzzle solving, game creation, astrophysics, as well as other things.
I say "I used to" because a few years ago, I began to lose interest in basically every activity I enjoyed without reason; despite how good I was, how much I loved it, or how much time was invested in it.
Writing, sadly, is no exception to this, and somewhat contibuted to my recent 1-2 month hiatus. I can't help this phenomenon, it just happens and my efforts to keep my motivation for these things all fail. With some hobbies, I can return after some time and have fun doing it for a while. But as of right now, I only want to write, even if it isn't nearly as inviting towards me as it was before. It is my way to let things out without going to someone directly and it allows me to expand my vocabulary and practice my writing methods while doing so. My poems are written depictions of my point of view on my life, my feelings, the struggles, as well as enjoyments, I experience in the moment(s) I write them.