Confidence.

When I was in high school, there was only one thing that I was proud of, and that was my writing. Being a campus journalist, I held pride with the words I delicately pick and scribble on paper. The back to back merits gave me the confidence knowing that people appreciated the insight I pour on my output. There also was this feeling of comfort, being in my own zone. People expected a lot from me and so I try my best to deliver.
But then summer came and that meant slacking off time. And to add to this antagonist's power was the fact that it was my last summer before college. So my mind was pretty preoccupied with living my life and there was no one to pressure me to write anything.
Then came college. My mind's full of thoughts now but they aren't as profound as before. I think my way of thinking has changed, pulled down to an almost shallow level. First, I don't have confidence. Other people sound so better and thus, I lose will to try. Second, being so far away from home is a huge distraction. I don't wake up in the same bed every morning, to the same sound of my mom's voice telling me to get up or I'll be late. Third, the standards of the institution where I am in are so much higher. I still have to adjust. And also, in English, essay writing isn't merely a splurging of thoughts, opinions and whatever you want to say. It has a form, a standard way of its creation. I used to be so opinionated. Now, the rage was probably buried underneath my psyche, together with my confidence; to think that this skill I thought I had greatly influenced the track I chose in college. Lastly, I don't know what to say anymore. Arrrgh ugggh shit

Being good at something doesn't just require talent. One must also be confident. Without it, consider your talent useless.